Finished A Night in the Lonesome October by Roger Zelazny, which is a very good autumn/October/Halloween fantasy, sort of a horror story for people who don't like horror.
Dipping into The Monster Maker and Other Stories by W. C. Morrow, a story collection by a contemporary of Ambrose Bierce. In The Devil's Dictionary, under "Story" Bierce says this:
Mr. W.C. Morrow, who used to live in San Jose, California, was addicted to writing ghost stories which made the reader feel as if a stream of lizards, fresh from the ice, were streaking it up his back and hiding in his hair. San Jose was at that time believed to be haunted by the visible spirit of a noted bandit named Vasquez, who had been hanged there. The town was not very well lighted, and it is putting it mildly to say that San Jose was reluctant to be out o' nights. One particularly dark night two gentlemen were abroad in the loneliest spot within the city limits, talking loudly to keep up their courage, when they came upon Mr. J.J. Owen, a well-known journalist.
"Why, Owen," said one, "what brings you here on such a night as this? You told me that this is one of Vasquez' favorite haunts! And you are a believer. Aren't you afraid to be out?"
"My dear fellow," the journalist replied with a drear autumnal cadence in his speech, like the moan of a leaf-laden wind, "I am afraid to be in. I have one of Will Morrow's stories in my pocket and I don't dare to go where there is light enough to read it."
I admit, the title story and "His Unconquerable Enemy" are two of the most gruesome stories I've read in years, and both are over 100 years old.
Randy M.