It was in a litter-strewn back alley in downtown Chicago that Private Investigator Jack Murphy first saw the poster: "THE SORCERY OF CHUNG-FU, An Evening of Oriental Magic and Mystery." Below the image of Chung-Fu were a series of alarming drawings: a scantily-clad woman shown in mid-scream, strapped to a rack as a pendulum blade swung low; a grinning, hideous, puppet-like thing, its dagger held aloft; a man cowering from two tigers; and, in the bottom left corner, another man, open-mouthed, vomiting a stream of spiders. There was a bizarreness to it that unnerved him. Could there be a...

What is the nature of the evil that terrorizes Dyrysgol? Detective Inspector Bernard Owen must investigate the disappearances of several inhabitants of a remote Welsh village. Local anger is directed towards Dyrysgol Castle and its enigmatic owner, Viscount Ravenwood, but Owen knows that fear and superstition can cloud the facts; he needs to make his own judgment. The nobleman is a strange and solitary man--but is he a murderer? When another man goes missing, and his car is found with great claw marks across the roof, Owen and his officers find themselves dragged unwillingly towards the...

According to eyewitnesses, the victim was sitting on a park bench and talking loudly in a foreign language when he suddenly got to his feet and started flailing his arms around. Then his head fell off and the rest of his body became a human torch. By the time the police arrive, all that remains is a pile of smoldering ashes, along with an unscathed severed head. For Detective Inspector John Dryer, the unexplained death represents one of the toughest cases of his career. Was the man murdered, or the victim of some horrible accident? Other stories in this collection of supernatural mysteries...

Richardson had several guided tours that he alternated throughout the week. His favourite was a trip around the Old City, visiting several of the locations where over the years, apparitions had, allegedly, been seen. He would then lead his group into the tunnels and the catacombs beneath street level- into the so-called Undercity; a labyrinthine warren of vaulted, coarse-brick, underground chambers that dated back hundreds of years. In this dark subterranean environment, the poor had lived a squalid, cramped and disease-ridden existence, shut off from the world above. There were countless...