When in NYC, visit Jerry Lewis' Bagel Maven Deli, a flavor haven when you're craving the savor and the onions so nice and the hoi ding.
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I am truly thankful for: still having episodes of FOYLE'S WAR to watch while I crawl out of this nightmare.
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Sat, Oct 21


31 HORROR STORIES -- "The Upper Berth" (1894)

@ 1:00 PM

F. Marion Crawford wrote this -- the bloated, bloviating cousin to Ambrose Bierce's super-short "The Boarded Window". While Bierce's tale genially strolls up to a sucker-punch ending, Crawford's little number is packed through with creepiness, horror, and fright.

And then...and then...the last goddamn line. Which considers all that's come before, and makes it so much worse.



 
 
   
   
   
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