Kerfol

I left my light burning all night, as he had predicted; but it was chiefly because, till near dawn, I was absorbed in my reading. The account of the trial of Anne de Cornault, wife of the lord of Kerfol, was long and closely printed. It was, as my friend had said, probably an almost literal transcription of what took place in the court-room; and the trial lasted nearly a month. Besides, the type of the book was detestable.

t stir, and at last I turned away. Behind me I found the rest of the pack, with a newcomer added: a small black greyhound with pale agate-coloured eyes. He was shivering a little, and his expression was more timid than that of the others. I noticed that he kept a little behind them. And still there was not a sound.

I stood there for fully five minutes, the circle about me—waiting, as they seemed to be waiting. At last I went up to the little golden-brown dog and stooped to pat him. As I did so, I heard myself give a nervous laugh. The little dog did not start, or growl, or take his eyes from me—he simply slipped back about a yard, and then paused and continued to look at me. "Oh, hang it!" I exclaimed, and walked across the court toward the well.

As I advanced, the dogs separated and slid away into different corners of the court. I examined the urns on the well, tried a locked door or two, and looked up and down the dumb fa

A ghost story of sorts; I've only recently discovered that the celebrated author Edith Wharton wrote ghost stories.

Kerfol is the name of an old house/castle/ruin that is recommended to a wealthy bachelor as a ideal residence. While on an exploratory visit, he has a mysterious encounter and then late

An interesting short story, one of Edith Wharton's modest output of ghostly tales. It is included in the omnibus "The Ghost Stories of Edith Wharton," but was first published in 1916.

The narrator is looking to buy an old castle in Brittany named Kerfol, and goes to tour the estate, but the people w

The house at Kerfol was not actually very scary in my opinion, but that does not mean it is bad. An enticing confusing story. I read this with my mum.

I really did not get this at all... He killed the dogs why? What was the point of it?
Written well, so there is that.

Here is the fourth story in Wharton's collection of ghosts, and if "The Lady's Maid's Bell" can be called poor, with "Afterward" classifying as rich, then "Kerfol" is solidly the bourgeoisie -- middle class. To use Wharton's own words: "...the narrative plain sailing."

This tale is enjoyable mainly f

Edith Wharton

Kerfol

Edith Wharton

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