In Victorian London, a select group of writers, led by Arthur Conan Doyle, Bram Stoker and Henry James held an informal Ghost Club, the price of entry to which was the telling of a story by each invited guest. This is one of the tales. Lost people are drawn to places where what ails them can be eased. If you have the will, the fortitude, you can peer into another life, where the dead are not gone, where you can see that they thrive and go on Brian Mulrooney has been drawn to one such house to come to the aid of a bereft friend. But will the house let him go? The rest of these Supernatural tales can be found in William Meikle’s The Ghost Club collection, out now from Crystal Lake Publishing—Tales from the Darkest Depths.