I Think I Saw The Donkey Lady Being a San Antonio native I had heard of the “Donkey Lady Bridge” but never been there. Walking along old Applewhite Road one night heading for Jett Rd. my friend and I come upon a bridge. He remarked hey this is the “Donkey Lady Bridge” the what I […]

The Spook House On the road leading north from Manchester, in eastern Kentucky, to Booneville, twenty miles away, stood, in 1862, a wooden plantation house of a somewhat better quality than most of the dwellings in that region. The house was destroyed by fire in the year following—probably by some stragglers from the retreating column […]

The Monkey’s Paw I Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that […]

I have often wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasionally titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong. Whilst the greater number of our nocturnal visions are perhaps no more than faint and fantastic reflections of our waking experiences—Freud to the contrary with his […]