In a surreal atmosphere ripe for imagination, Lord Byron challenged his guests to each write a ghost story.
It was well past the witching hour when Mary Shelley finally placed her head upon her pillow for a night’s rest.
Storms rippled across the lake and lightning strikes illuminated her windows momentarily before plunging them back into pitchy darkness.
She could not sleep and fell into a restless state of “waking dreams”. Sweet slumber eluded her and she was drawn instead into a vision of a hideous phantasm…
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