[恐怖小说]The Visitation

I came out from the post office, with head filled with numerous fears, grasping that telegraph from my uncle Marvin. Having such a relative in my family made all my other kin felt shameful and wanted to keep him away as far as possible. Aunt Lucy would always tell weird tales about him to us every time we dropped by her.
"I tell you, boy," as she sat near the kitchen table, peeling potatoes for lunch, "Your Marvin is somehow peculiar in occultism. I really don't know why he spend his enthusiasm on alchemy or astronomy, that sort of thing. I tell you, right now he might be collecting skulls and trying to ask them about stars or history. Who knows? If you paid a visit to him at holidays, I mean if you had to, he would gossip those poppycock with you all day long."