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The Brown Hand: Arthur Conan Doyle

Everyone knows that Sir Dominick Holden, the famous Indian surgeon, made me his heir, and that his death changed me in an hour from a hard-working and impecunious medical man to a well-to-do landed proprietor. Many know also that there were at least five people between the inheritance and me, and that Sir Dominick’s selection appeared to be altogether arbitrary and whimsical. I can assure them, however, that they are quite mistaken, and that, although I only knew Sir Dominick in the closing years of his life, there were, none the less, very real reasons why he should show his goodwill towards me. As a matter of fact, though I say it myself, no man ever did more for another than I did for my Indian uncle. I cannot expect the story to be believed, but it is so singular that I should feel that it was a breach of duty if I did not put it upon record–so here it is, and your belief or incredulity is your own affair.

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H.P. Lovecraft: The Cats of Ulthar (Audiobook)

For your listening pleasure, below is a free audiobook version of The Cats of Ulthar by H.P. Lovecraft. Enjoy!

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Edgar Allan Poe: The Tell-Tale Heart (Audiobook)

With Halloween being this weekend, I figured I’d share some free classic horror audiobooks with you, including The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe. You can listen to the entire story below. Enjoy!

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August Heat: W.F. Harvey

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PHENISTONE ROAD, CLAPHAM,

August 20th, 19—.

I HAVE HAD what I believe to be the most remarkable day in my life, and while the events are still fresh in my mind, I wish to put them down on paper as clearly as possible.

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From Beyond: H.P. Lovecraft

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Horrible beyond conception was the change which had taken place in my best friend, Crawford Tillinghast. I had not seen him since that day, two months and a half before, when he had told me toward what goal his physical and metaphysical researches were leading; when he had answered my awed and almost frightened remonstrances by driving me from his laboratory and his house in a burst of fanatical rage. I had known that he now remained mostly shut in the attic laboratory with that accursed electrical machine, eating little and excluding even the servants, but I had not thought that a brief period of ten weeks could so alter and disfigure any human creature. It is not pleasant to see a stout man suddenly grown thin, and it is even worse when the baggy skin becomes yellowed or greyed, the eyes sunken, circled, and uncannily glowing, the forehead veined and corrugated, and the hands tremulous and twitching. And if added to this there be a repellent unkemptness; a wild disorder of dress, a bushiness of dark hair white at the roots, and an unchecked growth of pure white beard on a face once clean-shaven, the cumulative effect is quite shocking. But such was the aspect of Crawford Tillinghast on the night his half-coherent message brought me to his door after my weeks of exile; such the spectre that trembled as it admitted me, candle in hand, and glanced furtively over its shoulder as if fearful of unseen things in the ancient, lonely house set back from Benevolent Street.

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Doug Bradley’s Spinechillers Volume 5

Halloween season is upon us, and I’m back with my latest review in Doug Bradley’s Spinechillers series. This time, I’m reviewing Volume 5. So, what can you expect from Doug Bradley’s Spinechillers Volume 5? In a word, greatness.

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