Other Stories and Other Stories

... whosoever reveals the secrets of [this] book to any save an initiate of the First Circle, a thousand plag[ues u]pon him, he shall be as the dead ... may he suffer the Eightfold Curse!

A further curious case arose, recorded in a now obscure German medical journal in 1898.

There’s a wasp’s nest hanging from the upper sash of one of the windows outside my bedroom.

for how this all came to be?

In the 19th century, a most curious thing happened in both England and France—though unremarked upon at the time by the peoples of either—itself a curious thing given their intense rivalry in all matters in those days.

Lately people have been coming home, whether from work or school or merely a five minute errand, to find that it is gone.

[Editor’s note: There is no story here and it is not clear why it was written.

"The Labyrinth has many paths each leading to a new and wondrous sight."

Oh, please don't ask her name, I can't bear to say it—I can hardly bear to think of it—and yet I can't stop thinking it.

It was in the 1960s, I don't remember exactly what year, in December, and the harshness of winter had set in; snow had begun to pile up alongside roads, frost clung to trees, evergreen and dead and bare alike, and the winds swept a chilling air across the…