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The days before Halloween are a good time to revisit the Scary Realm, and this week we bring you a collection of weird seasonal stories. We begin with King’s “That Feeling, You Can Only Say What It Is in French,” in which a woman experiences a thrill of déjà vu while visiting Florida with her husband. In “The Bog Girl”, Karen Russell portrays a young Irish boy who discovers the remains of a girl who died two thousand years ago. In “All Aunt Hagar’s Children”, Edward P. Jones tells the story of a man haunted by his past as he tries to solve a lingering murder mystery. “A Shinagawa Monkey,” one of Haruki Murakami’s greatest works of short fiction, describes a young woman who receives alarming information about her life from an unlikely source. And, finally, a story you may have first encountered in a ragged school anthology: “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson, a story as haunting and relevant today as it was. when it was first published, in the pages of The New Yorker, in 1948.

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This feeling, you can only tell what it is in French

“There were ordinary miracles; there were also ordinary ghosts. You discovered these things as you got older.

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People in a field.

The lottery

“People had done it so many times that they only half-listened to the instructions; most of them were silent, wet their lips, did not look around.

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A photo of the parents and the child

All of Aunt Hagar’s children

“As soon as I walked through the dream door, the dead white woman was waiting for me.”

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A close up of the face of a macaque

A Shinagawa monkey

A life without a name, she thought, was like a dream you never wake up from. “

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An illustration of a muddy bog

The swamp girl

“She had been killed, and now her smile seemed even more impressive, and he only wanted to protect her from future damage.”

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