Adventures in the Twilight Zone
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A brother and sister confront the ghost of an unknown sibling, a time traveler tries to change the course of the Civil War, and a man is given the opportunity to create world peace, in a collection of twenty-three tales of the macabre, fantasy, and the supernatural. Original.
one loss, refused to see me until my weight stabilized; my father refused to name me until the doctors pronounced me fit enough to go home. On that day, I became Abe. I returned to the hospital three times in my first year, as if wanting to follow my older sister wherever she had gone; my strength built only slowly and didn't become what it should have been until some years after my younger sister, Kate, entered the world strong and healthy, with no complications at all. Kate and I grew up
them!" He turned toward the wharf. "She'll not lie gasping below in that filthy hold anymore! She'll live with me at my side from now on!" He heard the creak of the ladder behind him, and he felt the tears running down his face. But it didn't matter. Let the bastards gape at him. Let them see him cry like a baby. Let them for the first time in their lives-and his-witness the birth of joy! But look at them stare! Look at their mouths drop open! Look at their eyes pop! "You've not seen Lindemann
identifying a dimly lit bar. It was called La Sangreal, and Sir Albert turned the head of his tall white charger toward his destiny. If anything, it was darker inside than on the street; the decor was hardwood with slick, synthetic coverings, browns and blacks and brass studs that glittered weirdly in the light cast by scattered red bulbs. Albert needed little of his imagination to superimpose an infernal overlay, peopling the shadows with imps and goblins and diminutive demons. Narrow booths
tied tightly over his eyes. Aunt Beth and Uncle Fred were out for the evening; he knew there was no one there to stop the game. Two at a time, the punches began. They demanded a confession of make-believe information he never knew. Through his cries, Patrick made up secret after secret, but they said all of his admissions were lies. The kids laughed and laughed as he writhed in pain. Patrick knew it was only his imagination, but the trickles of blood felt so real that he couldn't be sure. Tears
foundation wall. Her heart raced with the excitement of discovery. She could think of only one reason to seal the cellar off this way-if this really had been a station on the illegal Underground Railway. How old was this section of the foundation? She went over to the stairs and shone her flashlight on the wall above them. It was the same stone and mortar construction. Then, curious, she knelt down. The dirt underneath the stairs was loose, not worn hard like it was everywhere else. Using the