Los cuentos de la oscuridad

Un grupo de marineros logran matar a una gigantesca criatura...

Una feroz lucha entre un pescador y una misteriosa criatura de las profundidades del mar...

Outside the time-dimension, and outsideThe ever-changing spheres and shifting spaces -Though the mad planet and its wrangling racesThis moment be destroyed - he shall abideAnd on immortal quests and errands rideIn cryptic service to the kings of Pnath,Herald or spy, on the many-spangled pathWith gulfs below, with muffled gods for guide.Some echo of his voice, some vanished wordFollows the light...

Una feroz lucha entre un pescador y una misteriosa criatura de las profundidades del mar...

El horror oculto, narra la historia de un hombre y sus dos compañeros, quienes deciden pasar una noche en la Mansión Martense, cuya horrorosa reputación está repleta de episodios ominosos...

One of the all time American classics, this short story can terrify you as well as amuse you, you will be the judge at the end...

I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily...

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea,But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee—With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her...

There is snow on the ground,And the valleys are cold,And a midnight profoundBlackly squats o'er the wold;But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un-hallowed and old.There is death in the clouds,There is fear in the night,For the dead in their shroudsHail the sin's turning flight.And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule- altar fungous and white.To no gale of Earth's...

Desarrolla la visión de un paisaje que, al mismo tiempo, se percibe como algo mágico pero también desolador; cuestiones que Edgar Allan Poe a menudo explora en sus poemas...