The stalls of Barchester Cathedral

There are many great English ghost stories, but they appear flimsy and emotionally spectral compared to the works of M. R. James. This selection gives the reader a flavour of his strange gifts. Often, the ghost is barely glimpsed and yet somehow sticks with the reader for years, making ordinary rooms or gardens or churches uncanny and threatening. Is that the kitchen cat? And what is it that terrible thing stalking about in the dolls’ house?