The old man was long dead--but his widow still awaited his return. And one night she heard.... _The elements of horror are as many and varied as the threads in a Gobelin tapestry--with special stimuli for each of us. Perhaps terror lies in the howl of a coyote, in the noises of an old house, in a blaze of fire. Or perhaps it responds to the mournful creak of wheels on a gravel road, to moonlight reflected from a huge old mirror._…
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