
Classic·Gothic Fiction
Carmilla
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
Before Dracula stalked London, a seductive stranger haunted an isolated Austrian castle with an intoxicating, predatory intimacy.

“Step into the dark, haunting world of Spanish Romanticism with Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer’s legendary tales of ghosts and the supernatural.”
First collected in 1871, Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer’s «Legends» stand as the pinnacle of Spanish gothic and fantastic prose. This masterwork transports readers to crumbling medieval monasteries, shadowy cathedrals, and desolate landscapes where the boundary between the living and the dead dissolves. With exquisite lyrical prose, Bécquer explores the perilous depths of human obsession, unrequited passion, and spectral vengeance. Each tale opens a window into a chilling universe of ancient curses and haunting beauty that continues to captivate modern audiences.
““It has not been seen again since they placed the one that now replaces it.””
““Maese Pérez has fallen ill, very ill, and it will be impossible for him to attend midnight Mass tonight.””
““He is a scoundrel who, for not doing anything right, cannot even look straight,” some said.”
““What are you doing?” he exclaimed, turning to his huntsman, while astonishment painted itself on his features and wrath burned in his eyes.”
““Green!” exclaimed Íñigo with an accent of profound terror, bounding to his feet in his seat.”
““Where is Manrique, where is your lord?” his mother would sometimes ask.”
““But what about his daughter?” interrupted the youth impatiently; “and his daughter, or his sister, or his wife, or whatever she is?””
“The events whose memory these numbers guard are, to a certain extent, insignificant.”
“Upon writing it, I looked for a moment at the previous one, that of the window, and I could not help smiling at my madness.”
“A futile effort: through the crossed irons, very little or nothing could be seen.”
““Well, what is happening to that poor devil?” exclaimed Don Dionís with an air of piqued curiosity.”
““And Garcés, where is he?” asked Constanza, noticing that her huntsman was not there to serve her as was his wont.”
“This strange murmur was only heard for an instant, and then everything returned to silence.”
“One summer afternoon, in a garden in Toledo, a very good and very pretty girl told me this singular story.”
““And do you know what they are dealing with and for what purpose they leave the city at this hour?””
“«I will return, I swear it to you; I will return to fulfill the word solemnly pledged the day I placed upon your hand this ring, the symbol of a promise.»”
“Upon uttering these last words, the count stood up and took a few paces as if beside himself and gripped by a profound terror.”
“Once goaded, the imagination is a wild horse that bolts and whom pulling the rein avails not.”
““It will be the wind,” she said; and placing her hand upon her heart, she tried to calm herself.”
““Bah! it is not to hear advice that we have stopped; when we need it, the village priest will give it to us.””
““I also believe in everything, in everything... that I wish to believe.””
“Child!... gentle child, lift your head, let me peacefully kiss your forehead, while I agitate your hair.”
“I asked an old man who was accompanying me, upon finishing half translating these lines, which looked like sentences written by a madman.”
“Nevertheless, nothing supernatural, nothing strange came to wound the imagination.”
““I have followed the current of the river for some time, until the gale snatched me from among the silt and the reeds of the bank.””
““Señorito,” he said to me, in an accent he tried to soften as much as possible: “I am going to ask you a favor.””
““The reason is very simple,” he told me finally; “because a hundred paces from the inn they have built the new cemetery.””

Classic·Gothic Fiction
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
Before Dracula stalked London, a seductive stranger haunted an isolated Austrian castle with an intoxicating, predatory intimacy.

Classic·Psychological Horror
Henry James
A young governess arrives at a secluded country estate, only to find the children under a terrifying, spectral influence.

Series·Psychological Mystery
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Public-domain work (1871). Text: Project Gutenberg #53552. The English version is an AI-assisted translation and may contain errors. Digital edition by Inkora Stories. Learn more