Home > Horror > The Golden Book of World's Greatest Mysteries > Page 131 The Golden Book of World's Greatest Mysteries Page 131 by Edgar Allan Poe Uncle Larry stopped. His tiny cigar was out again. The tale of the rival ghosts was told. A solemn silence fell on the little party on the deck of the ocean steamer, broken harshly by the hoarse roar of the fog-horn. ‹ Prev Next ›