I read The Haunted House for Classic Horror.
The beginning was good, although I don't know if I was supposed to be giggling as much as I was over everyones antics. The end seemed to be some convoluted dream or memory of his childhood pretending to be part of a seraglio.
I also read Green Tea by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu which was an interesting story about a demon slowly driving a pastor nutty.
They both seemed to reference the same house in London that was fronted by 4 poplar trees, which I thought was a pretty creepy coincidence.