* The Book of Hallowe’en by Ruth Edna Kelley
* The Abbot's Ghost by Louisa May Alcott
* Zastrozzi, A Romance by Percy Bysshe Shelley
* I don't know what it is about broken headstones, but they seem particularly eerie and evocative to me. I recently took these pictures (and some more here) at a nearby cemetery.
Spooky Text of the Day: Today's chilling tale is the classic "Clarimonde" (a.k.a. "The Vampire") by Théophile Gautier (1811–1872).
The physicians who were summoned could not comprehend the nature of her malady and knew not how to treat it. They all prescribed some insignificant remedies, and never called a second time. Her paleness, nevertheless, visibly increased, and she became colder and colder, until she seemed almost as white and dead as upon that memorable night in the unknown castle. I grieved with anguish unspeakable to behold her thus slowly perishing; and she, touched by my agony, smiled upon me sweetly and sadly with the fateful smile of those who feel that they must die.
One morning I was seated at her bedside, and breakfasting from a little table placed close at hand, so that I might not be obliged to leave her for a single instant. In the act of cutting some fruit I accidentally inflicted rather a deep gash on my finger. The blood immediately gushed forth in a little purple jet, and a few drops spurted upon Clarimonde. Her eyes flashed, her face suddenly assumed an expression of savage and ferocious joy such as I had never before observed in her.
Read the complete story here.