At one time there was a woman of rank living in London who was hated by everyone. When she died, she was not missed, but her spirit haunted her home every night. After a number of years someone saw her approach one side of a room and paw at a wall. Then she disappeared. The wall was removed and many valuable papers were discovered, including one that proved she had murdered her husband. Her ghost never appeared after that. It seemed that at last she had repented her evil existence, and was trying to redeem her soul. The guard of the London prison tower was making one of his nightly rounds when he discovered a peculiar light emanating from the utmost tower. Upon climbing up he noticed that it was an unearthly blue-white light which permeated everything within, but seemed to have no point of origin. Within this baleful gleam he saw the spirits of those that had died in the London tower through the ages--warriors of the time of Henry the Eighth--and noblemen of all periods. They were marching in a solemn procession. Suddenly everything faded and the guard found himself in utter darkness. There are many other ghost stories of London--such as phantom hands appearing above the water of the Thames, sworn to by witnesses to be gospel truth--but our reason forces us to reject them. Recently, the noted Weird Tales author, Elliott O'Donnell, released his book, "Ghosts of London," which relates further tales of this nature. THE END SCIENCE FICTION IN ENGLISH MAGAZINES by Bob Tucker (Series Three) An all-science-weird magazine started in England to last for just one issue. The title was "Argo Weekly." The number contained various stf stories concerning everything from prehistoric animals to the "End of the World." A late September number of "The Wizard" carried a fair story of another Martian invasion entitled "Raiders from the Red World." The invaders landed among the native tribes of Africa, instead of New York City, the usual landing place. And, incidentally, they were not slugs, giants, or etc., but just ordinary human beings. "The Skipper" published a humorous story named "Ginger Snapp." In this tale, an old professor invents a contrivance that emits a ray which disintegrates metal by the push of a button. More rays! The professor's son is surprised to see his dinner disappear while monkeying with the mechanism. As a rule, English magazines have covers that would make Buffalo Bill or Nick Carter quit work. They are very "dime novelish" at times, and go to extremes to amaze the reader. A request has come in for a female stf enthusiast, who would correspond with American readers, so here she is, to you who wish a foreign penpal: Miss Molly Upchurch, 139 Byron Rd., Small Heath, Birmingham, 10, England. * * * * * Join "The Fantasy Fan Fraternity." See the "Club News" in this issue for complete information. MY SCIENCE FICTION COLLECTION by Forrest J. Ackerman Part Three