Horror O'Donnell, Elliott: Some Haunted Houses of England & Wales. V1.1 15 OCT 2010

[JeremyR]

Elliott O'Donnell (February 27, 1872 - May 8, 1965) was an early 20th Century Ghosthunter.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elliott_O%27Donnell

Haunted Houses of England & Wales is a 1908 collection of supposedly true ghost stories and is quite suitable reading for Halloween. A few stories aren't very good, but some are quite memorable.

Uses English spelling and some slightly archaic phrases and spelling. Also likes to use ALL CAPS for effect and a whole lot of dashes.

Except:

Those of us who have ever ridden on horseback by night across some dreary wilderness, or along a lonely road have doubtless had occasion to observe a strange alteration in the behaviour of our beast; its psychic propensities have been suddenly and mysteriously awakened; it fights shy of some particular tree, or stone, or gap in the hedge; its ears twitch, its flanks quiver, it is all on the tremble, the slightest sound would now make it take the bit between its teeth and bolt; it is afraid not necessarily of what it has seen, but what it fears may be there! And—to an anomalous species of terror I found myself a bounden slave.

I dreaded to think of the effect even the most trivial sound or incident might now produce on my agitated mind. Had I been able, I would have risked the displeasure of my hostess and left the room, but I COULD NOT; every atom of strength seemed to have quitted my body—I was pro tempore cataleptic— paralysed.

A faint and almost imperceptible movement suddenly attracted my attention to a square patch of light on the carpet immediately before me.

To my horror something was coming THROUGH the floor. Slowly, very slowly, first of all a head, a head surmounted with long dishevelled black hair, then a FACE! God save me from seeing the like again—a face that might have once been beautiful, or plain, or ugly, but was now— nothing —nothing —I won't describe—nothing but the grave; then shoulders, bust, what was once a body, legs. Held in its arms in close embrace—was the figure of a baby—in a like state of nudity and decay.

For a moment, only for a moment, they stood swaying silently to and fro in the moonlight, and then with a snakelike movement of her body the phantom of the woman glided across the room, vanishing in the recess containing the large bay window.

After the subsidation of intense terror at this hideous spectacle I had been compelled to witness, the pulsating of my heart once again becoming normal, I was able to reflect with comparative calmness on what I had seen.

Note:

Done in Sigil and then converted to mobi with Calibre. Has TOC, cover, and chapters, at least it does on my K3.

Update Oct 16 2010:

Sorry, after giving it another read, I noticed I had missed about a dozen or so things, mostly spaces but a few OCR problems. This should have it all, or most.

[Sine Nomine]

Many thanks for this. Kindle edition is beautifully formatted—well done!

[JeremyR]

Ack, I thought I had fixed all the problems, but giving it another read, I noticed I missed far too many.

Hopefully I've got them all now.

[JaneD]

Excellent Halloween treat! Thank you!