HALLOWEEN & WITCHY
STORY INDEX
Plus first lines...
Aradia: The Gospel of the Witches... Charles G Leland
If the reader has ever met with the works of the learned folk-lorist G. Pitre, or the articles contributed by "Lady Vere de Vere" to the Italian Rivista or that of J. H. Andrews to Folk-Lore, he will be aware that there are in Italy great numbers of strege, fortune-tellers or witches, who divine by cards, perform strange ceremonies in which spirits are supposed to be invoked, make and sell amulets, and, in fact, comport themselves generally as their reputed kind are wont to do, be they Black Voodoos in America or sorceresses anywhere.
John Bartine's Watch... Ambrose Bierce
'THE exact time? Good God! my friend, why do you insist? One would think--but what does it matter; it is easily bedtime--isn't that near enough? But, here, if you must set your watch, take mine and see for yourself.'
The October Game... Ray Bradbury
He put the gun back into the bureau drawer and shut the drawer.
The Legend of the Jack O Lantern... Punkin'wych
In olden days, there once lived in a small, rural village a man of mean and intemperant demeanor who went by the name of Jack. He was much despised and folks crossed the road to the other side when it happened they might cross his path. In other words; ol' Jack was prone to a bit of nastiness and known to tip a tankard of ale just a little more often than seemed proper.
A Witch Trial at Mount Holly... Benjamin Franklin
Saturday last at Mount-Holly, about 8 Miles from this Place, near 300 People were gathered together to see an Experiment or two tried on some Persons accused of Witchcraft
The Crystal Ball... The Brothers Grimm
There was once an enchantress, who had three sons who loved each other as brothers, but the old woman did not trust them, and thought they wanted to steal her power from her.
The Haunted Mind... Nathaniel Hawthorne
What a singular moment is the first one, when you have hardly begun to recollect yourself, after starting from midnight slumber! By unclosing your eyes so suddenly, you seem to have surprised the personages of your dream in full convocation round your bed, and catch one broad glance at them before they can flit into obscurity.
Young Goodman Brown... Nathaniel Hawthorne
Young Goodman Brown came forth at sunset into the street at Salem village; but put his head back, after crossing the threshold, to exchange a parting kiss with his young wife.
Feathertop... Nathaniel Hawthorne
"Dickon," cried Mother Rigby, "a coal for my pipe!"
Ken's Mystery... Julian Hawthorne
One cool October evening—it was the last day of the month, and unusually cool for the time of year—I made up my mind to go and spend an hour or two with my friend Keningale.
The Book Halloween... Ruth Edna Kelley
THIS book is intended to give the reader an account of the origin and history of Hallowe'en, how it absorbed some customs belonging to other days in the year,--such as May Day, Midsummer, and Christmas.
The Witch and Her Servants... edited by Andrew Lang
Long time ago there lived a King who had three sons; the eldest was called Szabo, the second Warza, and the youngest Iwanich.
Esben and the Witch... edited by Andrew Lang
THERE was once a man who had twelve sons: the eleven eldest were both big and strong, but the twelfth, whose name was Esben, was only a little fellow. The eleven eldest went out with their father to field and forest, but Esben preferred to stay at home with his mother, and so he was never reckoned at all by the rest, but was a sort of outcast among them.
Dreams in the Witch-House... H.P. Lovecraft
Whether the dreams brought on the fever or the fever brought on the dreams Walter Gilman did not know.
The Plantation Witch... Uncle Remus Story
THE NEXT time the little boy got permission to call upon Uncle Remus, the old man was sitting in his door, with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands, and he appeared to be in great trouble.
Jacky My Lantern... Uncle Remus Story
UPON his next visit to Uncle Remus, the little boy was exceedingly anxious to know more about witches, but the old man prudently refrained from exciting the youngster’s imagination any further in that direction.
It's Friday the Thirteenth - So What?
Paraskevidekatriaphobia is a morbid, irrational fear of Friday the Thirteenth.
Time and the Witch Vivien... W.B. Yeats
Vivien. (Looking down into the fountain.)
Where moves there any beautiful as I,
The Magic Shop... H.G. Wells
I had seen the Magic Shop from afar several times; I had passed it once or twice, a shop window of alluring little objects, magic balls, magic hens, wonderful cones, ventriloquist dolls, the material of the basket trick, packs of cards that looked all right, and all that sort of thing, but never had I thought of going in until one day, almost without warning, Gip hauled me by my finger right up to the window, and so conducted himself that there was nothing for it but to take him in.
The Witch's Daughter... Mary E Wilkins
It was well for old Elma Franklin that Cotton Mather had passed to either the heaven or hell in which he believed; it was well that the Salem witchcraft days were over, although not so long ago, or it would have fared ill with her.
House of Dust... Conrad Aiken
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The Vampyre... John Polidori
I breathe freely in the neighbourhood of this lake;
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