The trees were tinted exquisitely to an uncertain glory as the great red sinking sun flashed its rays on their crystal mantle. The vale of Aylesbury was drowsing beneath a slowly deepening shroud of mist....

Man is better off without the confusion and fear of psychic experience and his progress will be faster.’ If telepathy ever becomes a possibility he was not sure it would be a good thing, ‘…for...

I believe ghost story writing is a dying art.