(#5) "Godfather Death" by the Brothers Grimm: When I was about 10 years old, one of my aunts sent me a book that claimed to compile "the best of children's literature" (quite grandiose, no?). One of the stories in this book was "Godfather Death," the lone illustration a snuffed candle. I won't give too much away about this story, but I will tell you that Godfather Death is none other than the good old Grim Reaper through the eyes of the Grimms - and he is terrifying.
(#4) "Summer of '77" by Stuart O'Nan: This very brief tale is one of the creepiest, most cringe-worthy stories I have ever read in my entire life. The story is scarring, one of those tales that digs its claws into you ... Why would that guy do that? Can you imagine? Oh, please don't do that... (The summer of '77, incidentally, is the summer I was born; I hear it was a hot one).
(#3) "The Bloody Chamber" by Angela Carter: If I say too much about this story, I will give it all away. Let's put it this way: Imagine your husband has a really scary skeleton in his closet. I mean, literally.
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No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill house, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for 80 years and might for 80 more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
That's my quintet. How lovely they are. Until next time, au revoir. Alice