"At some point, and it is always hard to tell exactly where, logic jumps the rails, which is to say that one finishes an Aickman story not really knowing if it has ended in reality or hallucination, waking or sleeping, the land of the living or of the dead."
That's from Anwen Crawford's review in The New Yorker of Robert Aickman's Compulsory Games. We'd like to feature more of Aickman's strange stories in Wrong, but he didn't die until 1981 and we may not still be around when his work shuffles off the coil of copyright. All we can do is direct the reader's attention to several fine collections, supported by the approbation of connoisseurs of the eerie. They are:
“From vaults, skeleton hands protruded a while, and then dropped off or were snapped off.”

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