Not Truly Dead

“His eyes were very deep-sunk. And over them, from the brows to the cheek-bone, hung cobwebs. Thick, grey cobwebs…”

Three tales of the restless dead, by the master of the English ghost story.

In Rats a reading holiday in a quiet coastal inn is thrown into confusion by a horribly thin Something, in a neighbouring room. In An Evening’s Entertainment a blackberry thicket on a country lane conceals the site of a blasphemous and bloody rite. And in The Tractate Middoth the bookstacks of a University Library are host to an unnaturally strong smell of dust…

There are no safe spaces in the world of M R James.