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✨ Explore Edith Nesbit's The Mystery of the Semi-Detached, a gripping short story filled with suspense, supernatural undertones, and an air of ominous foreboding. The narrative follows a man who experiences a haunting premonition about his fiancée, only to uncover a shocking and tragic mystery 🌌. 🖤 With its eerie atmosphere and masterful storytelling, this short tale explores the fine line between reality and the uncanny, keeping readers captivated and unsettled. Nesbit weaves her Gothic sensibilities into this compact story, delivering a chilling twist that lingers long after the final page 📖. 🌟 Originally published in 1893, The Mystery of the Semi-Detached is a classic example of Victorian ghost stories, perfect for fans of Gothic fiction, psychological suspense, and the supernatural 🔮. 🎁 Dive into this haunting masterpiece and experience Nesbit's timeless talent for crafting eerie and thought-provoking tales! 🕯️
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
Edith Nesbit (1858–1924), known professionally as E. Nesbit, was a British author and poet, best remembered for her imaginative and influential contributions to children's literature. She is considered one of the first modern writers of children's fantasy.
Nesbit's most famous works include The Railway Children, Five Children and It, The Phoenix and the Carpet, and The Story of the Amulet. Her stories are known for blending magical adventures with realistic settings and relatable characters.
A pioneer in her genre, Nesbit introduced a naturalistic style and a sense of humor that greatly influenced later authors, including C.S. Lewis and J.K. Rowling. Her approach to fantasy—placing magical events in everyday life—was groundbreaking for its time.
In addition to her literary work, E. Nesbit was an active socialist and co-founder of the Fabian Society, advocating for social reform and equality. Her legacy endures as one of the most beloved voices in English children's literature.
He was waiting for her, he had been waiting an hour and a half in a dusty suburban lane, with a row of big elms on one side and some eligible building sites on the other-and far away to the south-west the twinkling yellow lights of the Crystal Palace. It was not quite like a country lane, for it had a pavement and lamp-posts, but it was not a bad place for a meeting all the same: and farther up, towards the cemetery, it was really quite rural, and almost pretty, especially in twilight But twilight had long deepened into the night, and still he waited. He loved her, and he was engaged to be married to her, with the complete disapproval of every reasonable person who had been consulted. And this half-clandestine meeting was tonight to take the place of the grudgingly sanctioned weekly interview-because a certain rich uncle was visiting at her house, and her mother was not the woman to acknowledge to a moneyed uncle, who might "go off" any day, a match so deeply ineligible as hers with him.
So he waited for her, and the chill of an unusually severe May evening entered into his bones.
The policeman passed him with a surly response to his "Good night". The bicyclists went by him like grey ghosts with foghorns; and it was nearly ten o'clock, and she had not come.
He shrugged his shoulders and turned towards his lodgings. His road led him by her house—desirable, commodious, semi-detached-and he walked slowly as he neared it She might, even now, be coming out But she was not There was no sign of movement about the house, no sign of life, no lights even in the windows. And her people were not early people.
He paused by the gate, wondering.