The following story is found in The Hamlyn Book of Ghosts, Part III by J. Allen Randolph, published in London in 1987:
When I was a young man living in London, I used to frequent the old Strathmore Club, and there I was once treated by a close friend to a remarkable and terrifying tale of familial bonds and the monsters they make. After dinner, as my friend and I repaired to the library for brandy and cigars, he remarked that he hadn’t heard a good ghost story in a very long time, and he lamented the practice’s lapse after his years at university. I was familiar with the form and so I challenged him then and there that we would drink and smoke until one of us was told a story that left the other’s blood cold.








