The Horror in the Burying-Ground By HAZEL HEALD _A bizarre and outré story of a gruesome happening in the old town of Stillwater--a blood-chilling tale of a double burial._ [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Weird Tales May 1937. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Four years ago Hazel Heald made her bow to the readers of Weird Tales with an eery story called "The Horror in the Museum," which established her at once among the most popular writers of weird fiction. She followed this with "Winged Death," a story of the African tse-tse fly, and another tale of a weird monster from "the dark backward and abysm of time." The story published here, "The Horror in the Burying-Ground," is as weird and compelling as anything this talented author has yet written. We recommend this fascinating story to you, for we know you will not be disappointed in it. When the state highway to Rutland is closed, travelers are forced to take the old Stillwater road past Swamp Hollow. The scenery is superb in places, yet somehow the route has been unpopular for years. There is something depressing about it, especially near Stillwater itself. Motorists feel subtly uncomfortable about the tightly shuttered farmhouse on the knoll just north of the village, and about the white-bearded half-wit who haunts the old burying-ground on the south, apparently talking to the occupants of some of the graves. Not much is left of Stillwater, now. The soil is played out, and most of the people have drifted to the towns across the distant river or to the city beyond the distant hills. The steeple of the old white church has fallen down, and half of the twenty-odd straggling houses are empty and in various stages of decay. Normal life is found only around Peck's general store and filling-station, and it is here that the curious stop now and then to ask about the shuttered house and the idiot who mutters to the dead.