The Smell - Francis Flagg
It started as a vile smell in the room with a reputation which allowed him
to rent it inexpensively. The smell developed a feel, long and sinuous,
cold and clammy, like the body of a serpent, and yet not unlike a woman.
It seemed the room was haunted, ultimately proving that you only get
what you pay for.
The Temple of Death - David H. Keller, M.D.
The collector of rare jewelry had left his home with more than a million
dollars worth of diamonds, promising to return in six months, which he
never did. He left behind a single sheet of old manuscript. Now his
brother searched for the distinguished detective, Taine of San Francisco,
in the hope of solving the disappearance.
The Silver Bullet - Phyllis A. Whitney
They took a room for the night, the man and his wife, arrangements made
with a mystery woman who let them in. But the old caretaker sad there was
no woman who attends the palace. They saw the woman one more time, at the
bottom of a pit, her neck broken. It was almost as if everyone who
dwelled in Loon Mountain was in league against them.
The Man Who Collected Eyes - Eddy C. Bertin
It started as a child with an image of an eye in a triangle, supposedly of
God watching everything you do. This would normally disturb any other
child, but for this young man, it was a fascination that developed into an
inspiration, and ultimately lead to the obsession of collecting eyes which
had been extracted from living creatures of all kinds, a hobby which
made his friends uneasy.
The Devil's Rosary - Seabury Quinn
Her nearest relatives had all mysteriously died, after which, found in
their possessions, was a small blood-red bead, as if the talismans
were somehow responsible. Now, she had received a similar trinket, upon
which she had fainted. Fortunately the esteemed Doctors de Grandin and
Trowbridge witnessed her difficulty and were able to assist. They
reassured her that they would study the matter to find out what lay
beneath this mystery.