Charles Dickens was the man who initiated the now famous tradition of writing and publishing ghost stories – especially for Christmas. This collection of his work brings together, in one volume, all the stories Dickens wrote for the Christmas issues of his magazines. Stories featured include “Ghost at Christmas”, “The Goblins who Stole a Sexton”, “The Goodwood Ghost Story”, “The Rapping Spirits”, “The Haunted House” and “A Christmas Carol”.
I like to come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We ought to come home for a holiday – the longer the better – from the great boarding school where we are for ever working at our arithmetical slates, to take and give a rest. We travel home across a winter prospect; by low-lying mist grounds, through fens and fogs, up long hills, winding dark as caverns between thick plantations, almost shutting out the sparkling stars; so, out on broad heights, until we stop at last, with sudden silence, at an avenue. The gate bell has a deep, half-awful sound in the frosty air; the gate swings open on its hinges; and, as we drive up to a great house, the glancing lights grow larger in the windows, and the opposing rows of trees seem to fall solemnly back on either side, to give us place. At intervals, all day, a frightened hare has shot across this whitened turf; or the distant clatter of a herd of deer trampling the hard frost has, for the minute, crushed the silence too. Their watchful eyes beneath the fern may be shining now, if we could see them, like the icy dewdrops on the leaves; but they are still, and all is still. And so, the lights growing larger, and the trees falling back before us, and closing up again behind us, as if to forbid retreat, we come to the house. There is probably a smell of