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PseudoPod 375: The Signalman

The Signal-Man by Charles Dickens “Halloa!  Below there!” When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled round its short pole.  One would have thought, considering the nature of the ground, that he could not have doubted from what […]

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Pseudopod 366: To Build A Fire

To Build a Fire by Jack London He travels fastest who travels alone … but not after the frost has dropped below zero fifty degrees or more.—Yukon Code. Day had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a […]

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PseudoPod 325: Entrance And Exit / The Terror Of The Twins

Entrance And Exit by Algernon Blackwood These three — the old physicist, the girl, and the young Anglican parson who was engaged to her — stood by the window of the country house. The blinds were not yet drawn. They could see the dark clump of pines in the field, with crests silhouetted against the […]

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PseudoPod 313: The Dead Sexton

The Dead Sexton by J. Sheridan Le Fanu The sunsets were red, the nights were long, and the weather pleasantly frosty; and Christmas, the glorious herald of the New Year, was at hand, when an event—still recounted by winter firesides, with a horror made delightful by the mellowing influence of years—occurred in the beautiful little […]

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PseudoPod 300: The Step

The Step by E.F. Benson John Cresswell was returning home one night from the Britannia Club at Alexandria, where, as was his custom three or four times in the week, he had dined very solidly and fluidly, and played bridge afterwards as long as a table could be formed. It had been rather an expensive […]

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Pseudopod 200

Oil of Dog By Ambrose Bierce My name is Boffer Bings. I was born of honest parents in one of the humbler walks of life, my father being a manufacturer of dog-oil and my mother having a small studio in the shadow of the village church, where she disposed of unwelcome babes. In my boyhood […]

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PseudoPod 149: Mira

Mira by Michael James McFarland I won’t go into the details surrounding my dismissal from a well-known East Coast brokerage firm. other than to say I inadvertently let slip some information of a rather sensitive nature and, when it came down to drawing the line, the firm was more interested in maintaining their reputation than […]

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PseudoPod 100: The Music of Erich Zann

The Music of Erich Zann by Howard Phillips Lovecraft I have examined maps of the city with the greatest care, yet have never again found the Rue d’Auseil. These maps have not been modern maps alone, for I know that names change. I have, on the contrary, delved deeply into all the antiquities of the […]

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