This collection is a little like the written equivalent of old radio drama rebroadcasts of strange tales. It‘s fun pulp with some delicious gothic nuggets. It was an enjoyable collection to linger over (I read it over about eight months).
This collection is a little like the written equivalent of old radio drama rebroadcasts of strange tales. It‘s fun pulp with some delicious gothic nuggets. It was an enjoyable collection to linger over (I read it over about eight months).
Last night I stayed up late to read Everil Worrell‘s “The Gray Killer.” In it, a hospital patient recovering from a foot injury becomes convinced that the creepy night doctor is up to no good. Her doctor and the nurses think she‘s hysterical & prescribe sedatives. Then a vicious and bizarre murder occurs and the story gets really weird.
For hours I had lain hidden behind the gravestone. I was a medical student—and I needed a cadaver.
-Everil Worrell
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“I have always had a taste for nocturnal prowling. [...] Fear was an emotion unknown to me—for those things which make men fear, I had always loved. A graveyard at night was to me a charming place for a stroll and meditation.”
“The Canal” Everil Worrell
Painting is by Theodore Rousseau. I‘m pretty sure I‘ve posted it before but I love it! It‘s at the STL art museum.
🎵 Music accompaniment by Anna von Hausswolff
“I was the venturesome one, the one who loved to be abroad in the moonlight....
Do horrors such as come to me march toward one from the hour of birth, so that every trait, every characteristic is inclined to meet them?”
“Leonora” - Everil Worrell