I call these stories macabre humoresques. The macabre part is about death, but the humoresque part is borrowed from a form of music that is whimsical or fanciful. Many of these stories are about death, but more often than not, the subject is dealt with tongue in cheek. They are not for everybody. They are not liable to appeal to those who enjoy stories written in the genre of horror that is very popular today. There are no complicated twists, no complexity of plotline, and there is very little blood or gore. But they are creepy stories–tales you might read while seated comfortably in a nice, easy chair in front of a fire, with a glass of good sherry nearby. They are the kinds of tales one might hear around the campfire. They are the kinds of tales I used to enjoy reading in old books from the library or would chance upon in a bookstore.