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Tales to be read by candlelight, in the long, dark hours before dawn, as the shadows dance to the tune the wind plays in the fallen leaves, and the fog creeps outside the windows, seeking entrance.
This was Charlie's time, Charlie's place. For he was, and is, the Master of the atmospheric, of Quiet Horror. And these are his stories he whispers in your ear, so that they may linger and whisper again in your dreams. Your memory. Your nightmares. As those cold, damp fingers caress the back of your neck, and you pray it's just the fog.....