Where did the swine creatures go after the attack on the house?

William Hope Hodgson, today on the Classic Tales podcast.

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And now, The House on the Borderland, part three of five, by William Hope Hodgson.

Nine, in the cellars.

At last, what with being tired and cold, and the uneasiness that possessed me, I resolved to take a walk

through the house, first calling in at the study for a glass of brandy to warm me. This I did,

and while there I examined the door carefully, but found all as I had left it the night before.

The day was just breaking as I left the tower, though it was still too dark in the house to be able to see without a

light, and I took one of the study candles with me on my round. By the time I had finished the

ground floor, the daylight was creeping in, wanly, through the barred windows. My search had

shown me nothing fresh. Everything appeared to be in order,

and I was on the point of extinguishing my candle, when the thought suggested itself to me

to have another glance round the cellars. I had not, if I remember rightly, been into them since my

hasty search on the evening of the attack.

For perhaps the half of a minute, I hesitated.

I would have been very willing to forego the task, as indeed I am inclined to think any man well might.

For of all the great, awe-inspiring rooms of this house, the cellars are the hugest and weirdest, great,

gloomy caverns of places, unlit by any ray of daylight. Yet I would not shirk the work.

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