The Thing in the Upper Room

The Thing in the Upper Room


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The Thing in the Upper Room by Arthur Morrison







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The Thing in the Upper Room


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morning, possibly by a homicidal maniac, and stabbed again and again with inconceivable fury. No arrest had been made.

Attwater pushed the paper way: "Pah!" he said; "I don't like it. I'm a bit off colour, and I was dreaming horribly all last night; though why this should remind me of it I can't guess. But it's no cure for the blues, this!"

"No," replied his friend heartily; "we'll get that upstairs, for here we are, on the quay. A bottle of the best Burgundy on the list and the best dinner they can do--that's your physic. Come!"

It was a good prescription, indeed. Attwater's friend was cheerful and assiduous, and nothing could have bettered the dinner. Attwater found himself reflecting that indulgence in the blues was a poor pastime, with no better excuse than a bad night's rest. And last night's dinner in comparison with this! Well, it was enough to have spoiled his sleep, that one-franc-fifty dinner.

Attwater left La Perouse as gay as his friend. They had sat late, and now ther

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In 1933 Arthur Morrison (1863 - 1945), a prolific English writer better known for his stories about the detective Martin Hewitt, released an anthology of his stories entitled Fiddle O'Dreams and More (1933). The Thing In the Upper Room appeared there for the first and last time.

In this short story, an unnamed narrator rents a room in an older section of Paris with tragic repercussions. Though horror aficionados will see the ending coming, to the readers of the 1930's, the horror genre was still young and full of shocks that seem mild by today's comparison.

Nonetheless, it is an interesting read of a lifestyle and time long gone even if dressed in the "haunted room" genre.
I enjoyed this short story very much.
It was eerie, and entertaining.
The writer reminded me of a cross between O. Henry and H.P. Lovecraft.