“Long Lamkin” —- a Folk Murder Ballad Collected by Francis J. Child (Child Murder Ballad)


Art by Aranda Dill for Folk Song, “Long Lamkin”. (Arandadill/Tumblr)

Long Lamkin

IT’S Lamkin was a mason good
As ever built wi stane;
He built Lord Wearie’s castle,
But payment got he nane.

‘O pay me, Lord Wearie,
come, pay me my fee:’
‘I canna pay you, Lamkin,
For I maun gang oer the sea.’

‘O pay me now, Lord Wearie,
Come, pay me out o hand:’
‘I canna pay you, Lamkin,
Unless I sell my land.’

‘O gin ye winna pay me,
I here sall mak a vow,
Before that ye come hame again,
ye sall hae cause to rue.’

Lord Wearie got a bonny ship,
to sail the saut sea faem;
Bade his lady weel the castle keep,
ay till he should come hame.

But the nourice was a fause limmer
as eer hung on a tree;
She laid a plot wi Lamkin,
whan her lord was oer the sea.

She laid a plot wi Lamkin,
when the servants were awa,
Loot him in at a little shot-window,
and brought him to the ha.

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Shadows Over Baker Street, New Tales of Terror! as Sherlock Holmes Enters the Nightmare World of H. P. Lovecraft, ed. by Michael Reaves and John Pelan, 2003

C7BE17F3-B3D8-44C5-86C8-423E3C06160FTable of Contents

xi • Introduction (Shadows Over Baker Street) • essay by John Pelan and Michael Reaves
1 • A Study in Emerald • novelette by Neil Gaiman
25 • Tiger! Tiger! • short story by Elizabeth Bear
48 • The Case of the Wavy Black Dagger • short story by Steve Perry
60 • A Case of Royal Blood • novelette by Steven-Elliot Altman
94 • The Weeping Masks • novelette by James Lowder
116 • Art in the Blood • novelette by Brian Stableford
138 • The Curious Case of Miss Violet Stone • short story by Poppy Z. Brite and David Ferguson
158 • The Adventure of the Antiquarian’s Niece • novelette by Barbara Hambly
189 • The Mystery of the Worm • short story by John Pelan
205 • The Mystery of the Hanged Man’s Puzzle • novelette by Paul Finch
243 • The Horror of the Many Faces • novelette by Tim Lebbon
268 • The Adventure of the Arab’s Manuscript • novelette by Michael Reaves
295 • The Drowned Geologist • short story by Caitlín R. Kiernan
313 • A Case of Insomnia • novelette by John P. Vourlis
342 • The Adventure of the Voorish Sign • novelette by Richard A. Lupoff
372 • The Adventure of Exham Priory • short story by F. Gwynplaine MacIntyre
392 • Death Did Not Become Him • novelette by David Niall Wilson and Patricia Lee Macomber
420 • Nightmare in Wax • short story by Simon Clark
439 • Contributors (Shadows Over Baker Street) • essay by Michael Reaves and John Pelan

Forgotten Ghost Stories: The Mystery of the Dancing Coffins…A True Story by Robert W. Sneddon, 1926


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The Night Wind Howls a Vintage Creepy Story Collection by Frederick Cowles


“When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls, and the bat in the moonlight flies And inky clouds, like funeral shrouds, sail over the midnight skies— When the footpads quail at the night-bird’s wail, and black dogs bay at the moon, Then is the spectres’ holiday—then is the ghosts’ high-noon…”

– Sir W. S. Gilbert

Table of Contents

  1. Rendezvous
  2. The House of the Dancer
  3. Wood Magic
  4. Twisted Face
  5. June Morning
  6. The Witch-Finder
  7. The Florentine Mirror
  8. The Vampire of Kaldenstein
  9. Lavender Love
  10. The Mask of Death
  11. King of Hearts
  12. Voodoo
  13. The Little Saint of Hell
  14. Confession
  15. The Lamasery of Beloved Dreams
  16. The Cadaver of Bishop Louis
  17. Out of the Darkness
  18. The Lover of the Dead
  19. The Caretaker
  20. Gypsy Violin
  21. Death in the Well
  22. <spRetribution
  23. Lady of Lyonnesse
  24. Rats

“Do you wanna know what it feels like to be strangled to death?” – Doris, Ouija Origin of Evil


Teen Boy: “Doris. Christ! You scared the crap outta me.”

Doris: “Want to hear something cool?”

Teen Boy: “Uh. Yeah. Sure.”

Doris: “Do you wanna know what it feels like to be strangled to death? First, you feel the pressure in your throat. Your eyes water; and you start to taste something very, very sour in your mouth. Then, it’s like someone lights a match right in the middle of your chest. And that fire grows. It fills your lungs and your throat and all the way behind your eyes. And, finally, that fire turns to ice, like pins and needles of ice are sticking into your fingers and toes, your arms . You see stars, then darkness. And the last thing you feel. . . is cold.

Doris: “Goodnight, Romeo.”

“You Keep Coming Back Like A Song” (Tony Perkins, 1958) Is Played in New Horror Film: I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House Dir. by Son, Osgood Perkins

You Keep Coming Back Like A Song, Sung by (Anthony) Tony Perkins, 1958. What a beautiful rendition of this classic song. (See text that follows the video)

Tony Perkins Sings You Keep Coming Back Like a Song


The song first appeared in the film Blue Skies in 1946, performed by Bing Crosby and Betty Russell. The song was a big hit and since that time, has been recorded by a number of famous songsters, including Perkins…

Recording History

  1. Bing Crosby & Betty Russell (Blue Skies Film Soundtrack), 1946
  2. Dinah Shore, 1946
  3. Jo Stafford, 1946
  4. Bing Crosby, Solo, 1946
  5. Paul Whiteman & His Orchestra (with Johnny Thompson) , 1946
  6. Chuck Foster & His Orchestra  (with Tommy Ryan) , 1946
  7. Ted Heath & His Music (vocal: Paul Carpenter) , 1946
  8. Dennis Day, 1946
  9. Leslie “Hutch” Hutchinson, 1946
  10. Georgia Gibbs, 1946
  11. Frank Sinatra (Radio Transcript), 1946
  12. Gordon MacRae, 1952
  13. Ella Fitzgerald, 1958
  14. Anthony (Tony) Perkins,1958
  15. Guy Lombardo & His Royal Canadians – 1958
  16. Margie Gibson, 1993
  17. Andrea Marcovicci, 1994
  18. Elisabeth Welch, 1995
  19. Phillip Officer, 2000
  20. Jane Scheckter, 2003
  21. Maude Maggart, 2005
  22. Also Recorded by: Dick James with Bob Farnon’s Orch.; Mantovani & His Orch.; Charlie Kunz; Jackie Davis; John Arpin; Marlene Ver Planck; Geraldo & His Orch.; Frank Strazzeri ……… and others.

Tony Perkins’ Sons Make a Masterpiece: I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House, 2016

Note of Trivia: The 1958 Perkins version of the song was recently featured in a horror film, I am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House (film poster, inset), written and directed by Tony’s son Osgood (Oz) Perkins; the music for the film was composed by Tony’s son, Elvis Perkins. The film, a unique ghost story, is a ghost masterpiece of subtlety, beauty, and creeping dread—unlike anything I have ever seen before—and I highly recommend it (5 out of 5 stars).


Anthony Perkins’ son, Oz Perkins, wrote and directed the October 2016 Netflix Original horror film, I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House, a subtle and hauntingly dreadful ghost story with cameo appearances by Deborah Harry (Blondie), as the creepy Mrs. Plum. Elvis Perkins, Tony Perkins’ other son, wrote the film’s eerie score. This film is a must-see. (5 out of 5 stars)

Lyrics as Sung by Tony Perkins, 1958

You keep coming back like a song
A song that keeps saying “Remember”
The sweet used-to-be that was once you and me
Keeps coming back like an old melody

The perfume of Roses in May
Returns to my room in December

From out of the past
Where forgotten things belong
You keep coming back like a song

<Trombone Solo Interlude>

From out of the past
Where forgotten things belong
You keep coming back like a song

You keep coming back like a song

(Transcribed by Sanguine Woods in October 2017 from Tony Perkins original 1958 recording.)

The Frolic, a Unsettling Tale of Horror by Thomas Ligotti


Cover of the Penguin edition of Ligotti’s collections Songs of a Dead Dreamer and Grimscribe.


The Frolic

Thomas Ligotti, 1989

In a beautiful home in a beautiful part of town—the town of Nolgate, site of the state prison—Dr. Munck examined the evening newspaper while his young wife lounged on a sofa nearby, lazily flipping through the colorful parade of a fashion magazine. Their daughter Norleen was upstairs asleep, or perhaps she was illicitly enjoying an after-hours session with the new television she’d received on her birthday the week before. If so, her violation went undetected by her parents in the living room, where all was quiet. The neighborhood outside the house was quiet, too, as it was day and night. All of Nolgate was quiet, for it was not a place with much of a night life, save perhaps at the bar where the prison’s correctional officers congregated. Such persistent quiet made the doctor’s wife fidgety with her existence in a locale that seemed light-years from the nearest metropolis. But thus far Leslie did not complain of the lethargy of their lives. She knew her husband was quite dedicated to his new professional duties in this new place. Perhaps tonight, though, he would exhibit more of those symptoms of disenchantment with his work that she had been meticulously observing in him of late.

“How did it go today, David?” she asked, her radiant eyes peeking over the magazine cover, where another pair of eyes radiated a glossy gaze. “You were pretty quiet at dinner.”

“It went about the same,” said Dr. Munck without lowering the small-town newspaper to look at his wife.

“Does that mean you don’t want to talk about it?”

He folded the newspaper backwards and his upper body appeared. “That’s how it sounded, didn’t it?”

“Yes, it certainly did. Are you okay?” Leslie asked, laying aside the magazine on the coffee table and offering her complete attention.

“Severely doubting, that’s how I am.” He said this with a kind of far-off reflectiveness.

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