_A shuddery tale of dark horror and evil things, and the uncanny funeral rites over the corpse of old John Grimlan._ The thunder of my old-fashioned door-knocker, reverberating eerily through the house, roused me from a restless and nightmare-haunted sleep. I looked out the window. In the last light of the sinking moon, the white face of my friend John Conrad looked up at me.…
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