Victorian Horror

In this well-known classic, a school inspector travelling to the village of Pit End wonders whether the things he’s seeing are products of his imagination or something supernatural. There’s a rational answer, but is it the right one? Was It an Illusion is taken from the Victorian Anthologies series featuring short stories by classic writers of the spooky, the scary and the supernatural. Guaranteed to give you the shivers, each collection includes familiar and loved creepy tales as well as those less well-known. With music by Benedict Edwards.

Extracts from a diary report first-hand the uncovering of a tomb and the nightly wanderings of the vampire previously encased within. Attempts to lay her to rest are about as successful as you might expect.... The Tomb of Sarah is taken from the Victorian Anthologies series featuring short stories by classic writers of the spooky, the scary and the supernatural. Guaranteed to give you the shivers, each collection includes familiar and loved creepy tales as well as those less well-known. With music by Benedict Edwards.

A determined and strong-minded young lady plagues Sigismund Braggett for his professional attention and friendship - then becomes very put out when he refuses to introduce her to his wife. Even her untimely death seems to be no obstacle to her intent. The Ghost of Charlotte Cray is taken from the Victorian Anthologies series featuring short stories by classic writers of the spooky, the scary and the supernatural. Guaranteed to give you the shivers, each collection includes familiar and loved creepy tales as well as those less well-known. With music by Benedict Edwards.

Being awoken by noises in the night is disturbing enough, but the chilling voice heard one night during Mr Browne’s Italian travels was enough to make insomnia preferable. No Living Voice is taken from the Victorian Anthologies series featuring short stories by classic writers of the spooky, the scary and the supernatural. Guaranteed to give you the shivers, each collection includes familiar and loved creepy tales as well as those less well-known. With music by Benedict Edwards.

Weigall remembers talking with Wyatt about the soul and afterlife. Wyatt states, 'If I had my way, I should stay inside my bones until the coffin had gone into its niche, that I might obviate for my poor old comrade the tragic impersonality of death.' The characters wonder about death and the destination of the human soul when it occurs. Weigall does not believe that the marshy bog, the Strid, has taken his friend, but when he sees a hand raised above the surface of the water, he knows it must be him and he desperately and quickly saves him.

Daniel, a young man and son of the late bailiff with rather superior ways of a gentleman but no money to back them up, becomes involved in a love triangle. Engaged to Maria, a plain-looking girl but with proper manners, Daniel begins stepping out on the sly with a pretty young woman from France called Harriet (really Henriette, but a name too difficult for the villagers to remember). Maria decides to have it out with him, so she follows him one night.

In this work of sensual erotica that defies description, Isabel is set to be wed. She goes for a walk with her friend, confessing about her hesitance to take the step, when she is suddenly lifted into the air and kidnapped by an old, giant tree - the mother tree. The mother tree begins to swallow her, but soon finds that stimulating this girl sexually will bring way more nutrition to her roots and the earth. What follows is a dubcon submission fantasy in which Isabel's deepest fantasy comes true: that of being a submissive to a dominant force.

'The Water Ghost of Harrowby Hall' is taken from the Victorian Anthologies series featuring short stories by classic writers of the spooky, the scary and the supernatural. Guaranteed to give you the shivers, each collection includes familiar and loved creepy tales as well as those less well-known.

In the story, a young, scientifically minded college professor finds an old bronze whistle while exploring the ruins of a Knights Templars' preceptory. That night, he blows on the whistle and a vision comes to him of a dark expanse with a lonely figure in its midst. The sound also appears to call up a gust of wind, but the sensible professor dismisses it as a coincidence. More strange incidents follow, however, to shake his disbelief in the supernatural.