Physically now she completely broke down, a mist gathered before her eyes, the candles seemed to flicker more and more weirdly until their lights assumed strange ghoul-like shapes which drew nearer to her and nearer; faces in the gloom grinned at her and seemed to mock, the walls of the room closed in around her, her senses reeled, her very brain felt as if it throbbed with pain, and without a cry or moan, only with one long sigh of infinite weariness, she sank lifeless to the ground.
"Petticoat Rule"
Emmuska Orczy, Baroness Orczy
And, like a ghoul behind a stone, a small dark face peeped keenly from a corner.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
And such a feast as the unconscious Hapsburg afforded the ghoul of a priest!
"The Missourian"
Eugene P. (Eugene Percy) Lyle