Le Horla
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Last published Mon, Nov 11, 2019
-Non Original Work- *Translated from French*
"The Crazy attracts me. These people lives in a mysterious world of weird thoughts... For them, the impossible doesn't exist anymore, the unlikely vanishes, the fairy becomes constant, and the supernatural familiar... I like to lean on their wandering mind, like we lean on a chasms where, at the very bottom, an unknown stream boils that comes from who knows where and goes to who knows where."
I want to share these stories with all of you because they are timeless classics, terrifying, intriguing and captivating. Guy De Maupassant wrote this final book through his last moments as his mental health slowly degrades after a suicide attempt. He died on July 6th, 1893, at 43 years old.
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