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one classic short stories and tales.

Today a short story from one of our most popular scary story writers

Algernon Blackwood.

When the sign says Algernon Blackwood.

When the sign says, no trespassing, there is usually a pretty good reason.

This traveler had to find out the hard way. Ancient Lights by Algernon Blackwood. From Southwater where he left the

terrain the road led due west. That he knew, for the rest he trusted to luck being one of those

born walkers who dislike asking the way. He had that instinct and as a rule it served him well.

A mile or so due west along the sandy road till you come to a style on the right, then

across the fields.

You'll see the Red House straight before you."

He glanced at the postcard's instructions once again, and once again he tried to decipher

the scratched out sentence, but without success. It had been so elaborately

inked over that no word was legible. Inked out sentences in a letter were

always enticing. He wondered what it was that it had to be so very carefully

obliterated. The afternoon was boisterous with a tearing shouting wind that

blew from the sea across the Sussex wheeled.

Massive clouds with rounded piled up edges canoned across gaping spaces of blue sky. Far away the line of downs swept the horizon like an arriving

wave. Chastenberry Ring rode their crest, a scutting ship, hulled down before the wind.

He took his hat off and walked rapidly, breathing great drafts of air with delight and exhilaration.

The road was deserted. No horsemen, bicycles, or motors, not even a tradesman's cart, no single

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