I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise, I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death-cap mushroom. Everyone else in my family is dead...

    A baby born with the urge to kill... the couple who leave for a honeymoon - in a cemetery... a husband and wife who have an unpleasant experience with some mummified Mexican corpses... the tombstone in the bedroom... a little boy who examines the macabre entrails of the man upstairs...A chilling collection that will linger long after you have finished reading it.The Small AssassinThe Next in LineThe LakeThe CrowdJack-in-the-BoxThe Man UpstairsThe CisternThe TombstoneThe Smiling PeopleThe HandlerLet's Play 'Poison'The NightThe Dead Man

    Something Wicked This Way Comes and A Sound of Thunder

    Skeptics claim it is the invention, or the result, of over-heated imaginations. And in doing so they prove the worst horror of all - that the real roots of abysmal terror and monstrous evil lie in the human mind.This is the fiend in you...Contents:Introduction by Charles Beaumont Finger Prints by Richard Matheson Fool's Mate by Stanley Ellin Big, Wide, Wonderful World by Charles E. Fritch The Night of the Gran Baile Mascara by Whit Burnett A Punishment to Fit the Crimes by Richard M. Gordon The Hornet by George Clayton Johnson Perchance to Dream by Charles Beaumont The Thirteenth Step by Fritz Leiber The Conspiracy by Robert Lowry Room with a View by Esther Carlson The Candidate by Henry Slesar One of Those Days by William F. Nolan Lucy Comes to Stay by Robert Bloch The Women by Ray Bradbury Surprise! by Ronald Bradford Mute by Richard Matheson

    A short story first published in Ladies Home Journal.A young woman inherits a small country home, but before she settles in, she is visited by new neighbors.

    As the architect-narrator comments, “You’ve been in that kind of house; everyone has. For no reason you can explain you feel a joy at just being in it.”