E.F.
Benson (1867-1940) is probably best known for his short story Negotium Perambulans (1922), which often
shows up in anthologies of early twentieth century horror. But he also wrote several effective ghost
stories, of which The Face (1924) is typical.
In The Face, Hester, a middle class matron
who seems to have a lot of time on her hands, suffers from recurring
nightmares, very similar to ones that she had as a child. The dream is always the same: near the ruin of an ancient seaside church,
whose cemetery and walls are gradually toppling into the sea, she sees the
image of a sinister young man. The man
calls out to her and says, ominously, “I am coming for you.”
Lately
the dreams have changed in quality. Time
seems to have passed, even in the dream world, and less of the church grounds
remain, having succumbed to the erosion of the cliff. Portions of the wall and monuments have
fallen down into the sea and washed away.
The evil figure now says “I am coming for you soon.” She becomes increasingly anxious about her nightmares, which
appear more and more real to her. While
visiting an art gallery with some friends, she discovers a portrait of the young
man she has seen in her dreams—and now the horror has a name.
Hester
initially tries to forget or explain away the disturbing vision, and consults
her “robust” and rational husband, as well as her doctor. What can she do to regain peace of mind? What can she do to free herself of this
premonition? She decides to go on a
vacation trip to of all places, a seaside resort. While exploring the scenic terrain she
discovers—you guessed it—an old church high up on a ridge, overlooking the sea
and the resort town.
As is
typical of a horror movie, typical too of a nightmare, she is drawn to the site
and explores the ruins. At the very edge
of the cliff, perched precariously over the water, she finds a gravestone. The name on the gravestone is that of the
young man in her dreams. She flees the
ruins and returns to her room, where she seems for a time to be safe. But you know that she is not. Her dream and her reality have bled into each
other in this ‘thin’ place by the sea.
She telephones her husband to join her soon—quickly, darling!
There
is a knock at the door, a bit earlier than expected. She answers it eagerly, and…
Since
none of the other characters in the story is really privy to what Hester knows
and observes, there may be a question about her sanity. Is what she experiencing real or some kind of
delusion? The author provides enough
ambivalent detail to leave the question somewhat open, although an
investigation of the ruins later on reveals some weirdness that may have a bearing
on her fate. A disturbing aspect of the story
is the sense that Hester is already doomed even at the beginning, that her
dreams tap into a prophecy she dimly perceived even as a child.
By
way of context, E.F. Benson published this story around the time that H.P.
Lovecraft wrote such stories as The Tomb,
The Festival, The Doom That Came to Sarnath, and The Lurking Fear. Benson’s Negotium Perambulans was also published
around this time. All of these stories
share a pervasive feeling of inescapable and foreordained disaster. Perhaps
this was the influence of World War I, just concluded—a catastrophe no one wanted
yet so many were driven to bring about.
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