Fantastique Maupassant : nouvelles étranges

well, I, sir, belong to the old race, which likes to believe [...] accustomed not to understand, not to seek, not to know, made of the surrounding mysteries and which refuses the simple and clear truth. Yes, Sir, we have depopulated the imagination by surprising the invisible. [...] The beliefs are gone that made it poetic? Maupassant, Fear.

The author loves superstition, the anguish that rises when you approach a cemetery, the anxiety of vapors on a marsh, will-o?-the-wisps in the night? He likes to frighten and frighten people. Of that fantastic fear made up of apparitions, severed hands, ghosts, screams whose origin is unknown. Maupassant, two actors and a musician to give this theatrical reading a scary atmosphere, illustrated by the instrument like a radio play.