THE EMPTY HOUSE AND OTHER GHOST STORIES BY ALGERNON BLACKWOOD AUTHOR OF "JOHN SILENCE" "THE LOST VALLEY" ETC. LONDON EVELEIGH NASH COMPANY LIMITED 1916 First Printed 1906 Uniform Edition 1915 Reprinted 1916 CONTENTS THE EMPTY HOUSE A HAUNTED ISLAND A CASE OF EAVESDROPPING KEEPING HIS PROMISE WITH INTENT TO STEAL THE WOOD OF THE DEAD SMITH: AN EPISODE IN A LODGING-HOUSE A SUSPICIOUS GIFT THE STRANGE ADVENTURES OF A PRIVATE SECRETARY IN NEW YORK SKELETON LAKE: AN EPISODE IN CAMP THE EMPTY HOUSE Certain houses, like certain persons, manage somehow to proclaim at once their character for evil. In the case of the latter, no particular feature need betray them; they may boast an open countenance and an ingenuous smile; and yet a little of their company leaves the unalterable conviction that there is something radically amiss with their being: that they are evil. Willy nilly, they seem to communicate an atmosphere of secret and wicked thoughts which makes those in their immediate neighbourhood shrink from them as from a thing diseased. And, perhaps, with houses the same principle is operative, and it is the aroma of evil deeds committed under a particular roof, long after the actual doers have passed away, that makes the gooseflesh come and the hair rise. Something of the original passion of the evil-doer, and of the horror felt by his victim, enters the heart of the innocent watcher, and he becomes suddenly conscious of tingling nerves, creeping skin, and a chilling of the blood. He is terror-stricken without apparent cause. There was manifestly nothing in the external appearance of this particular house to bear out the tales of the horror that was said to reign within. It was neither lonely nor unkempt. It stood, crowded into a corner of the square, and looked exactly like the houses on either side of it. It had the same number of windows as its neighbours; the same balcony overlooking the gardens; the same white steps leading up to the heavy black front door; and, in the rear, there was the same narrow strip of green, with neat box borders, running up to the wall that divided it from the backs of the adjoining houses. Apparently, too, the number of chimney pots on the roof was the same; the breadth and angle of the eaves; and even the height of the dirty area railings. And yet this house in the square, that seemed precisely similar to its fifty ugly neighbours, was as a matter of fact entirely different--horribly different.