Carnacki, the Ghost Finder is a collection of short stories by British author William Hope Hodgson, first published in 1913. The stories follow the adventures of Thomas Carnacki, a paranormal investigator who uses scientific methods to investigate hauntings and other supernatural phenomena.Carnacki is a unique character in the world of paranormal fiction, as he is a rationalist who refuses to accept the existence of ghosts and other supernatural beings until he has evidence to prove their existence. He approaches each case with a cool, analytical mind and uses various gadgets and tools, such as a camera that can capture ghostly images, to help him in his investigations.The stories themselves are classic examples of the "weird tale" genre, and feature a wide range of supernatural creatures and phenomena, including haunted houses, spectral hands, and even a haunted violin. While the stories are somewhat formulaic, with each one following a similar pattern of Carnacki being called in to investigate a haunting, conducting his investigation, and ultimately solving the mystery, they are also highly entertaining and well-written, with a strong sense of atmosphere and tension.William Hope Hodgson (1877-1918) was a British author who wrote in a variety of genres, including horror, science fiction, and fantasy. He is perhaps best known for his novel "The House on the Borderland" (1908) and his short story collection "Carnacki, the Ghost Finder" (1913).

"The House on the Borderland" is a visionary novel by William Hope Hodgson published in 1908. H.P Lovecraft and other writers of horror and supernatural fiction have cited it as an influence on their writings.A manuscript is found: filled with small, precise writing and smelling of pit-water, it tells the story of an old recluse and his strange home - and its even stranger, jade-green double, seen by the recluse on an otherworldly plain where gigantic gods and monsters roam.Soon his more earthly home is no less terrible than his bizarre vision, as swine-like creatures boil from a cavern beneath the ground and besiege it. But a still greater horror will face the recluse - more inexorable, merciless and awful than any creature that can be fought or killed.

William Hope Hodgson (15 November 1877 – 19 April 1918) was an English author. He produced a large body of work, consisting of essays, short fiction, and novels, spanning several overlapping genres including horror, fantastic fiction, and science fiction. Hodgson used his experiences at sea to lend authentic detail to his short horror stories, many of which are set on the ocean. His novels, such as The House on the Borderland (1908) and The Night Land (1912), feature more cosmic themes, but several of his novels also focus on horrors associated with the sea. Early in his writing career Hodgson dedicated effort to poetry, although few of his poems were published during his lifetime. He also attracted some notice as a photographer and achieved renown as a bodybuilder. He died in World War I at age 40. This anthology contains the following novels and short stories, in the domain of cosmic horror :  The Ghost Pirates The Night Land The House on the Borderland The Boats of the 'Glen Carrig' Carnacki, the Ghost Finder This anthology will please all lovers of cosmic horror, in the vein of Lovecraft's work.  This anthology is 410 000 words long, which corresponds to more than 1300 pages.

It was the Joy of the Sunset that brought us to speech. I was gone a long way from my house, walking lonely-wise, and stopping often that I view the piling upward of the Battlements of Evening, and to feel the dear and strange gathering of the Dusk come over all the world about me. The last time that I paused, I was truly lost in a solemn joy of the Glory of the Coming Night; and maybe I laughed a little in my throat, standing there alone in the midst of the Dusk upon the World. And, lo! my content was answered out of the trees that bounded the country road upon my right; and it was so as that some one had said: "And thou also!" in glad understanding, that I laughed again a little in my throat; as though I had only a half-believing that any true human did answer my laugh; but rather some sweet Delusion or Spirit that was tuned to my mood. But she spoke and called me by my name; and when I had gone to the side of the road, that I should see her somewhat, and discover whether I knew her, I saw that she was surely that lady, who for her beauty was known through all of that sweet County of Kent as Lady Mirdath the Beautiful; and a near neighbour to me; for the Estates of her Guardian abounded upon mine. Yet, until that time, I had never met her; for I had been so oft and long abroad; and so much given to my Studies and my Exercises when at home, that I had no further Knowledge of her than Rumour gave to me odd time; and for the rest, I was well content; for as I have given hint, my books held me, and likewise my Exercises; for I was always an athlete, and never met the man so quick or so strong as I did be; save in some fiction of a tale or in the mouth of a boaster.