M.R. James
The late Victorian and Edwardian periods produced a distinctive strain of English Gothic writing, one preoccupied with dusty manuscripts, forgotten churches, and the dread that surfaces when the past is disturbed. M. R. James, born in Dover on the first of August 1862, gave that strain its most concentrated and lasting form, working across an unusual breadth of disciplines that few of his contemporaries matched.
Educated at Temple Grove School and later at King's College, James built a career that encompassed medieval history, palaeography, theology, art history, and translation, and he worked within the tradition of antiquarianism throughout his life. He was a Fellow of the Society of Antiquaries, and his scholarly pursuits fed directly into the ghost stories for which he became a distinctive literary voice. Those stories — gathered in collections including Ghost Stories of an Antiquary, More Ghost Stories, A Thin Ghost and Others, and A Warning to the Curious and Other Ghost Stories — drew on his deep familiarity with archives, manuscripts, and ecclesiastical settings to generate their particular atmosphere of menace. He also wrote for children, extending his prose work beyond the supernatural. English was the language of all his writing, and the United Kingdom the country of his citizenship.
James received a Fellow of the British Academy, a Corresponding Fellowship of the Medieval Academy of America, and an honorary doctorate, recognitions that acknowledged the range and seriousness of his scholarly output alongside his literary work. He died in Eton on the twelfth of June 1936.
Quotes by M.R. James

The door was opening again. The seer does not like to dwell upon what he saw entering the room: he says it might be described as a frog - the size of a man - but it had scanty white hair about its head. It was busy about the truckle-beds, but not for long. The sound of cries - faint, as if coming out of a vast distance - but, even so, infinitely appalling, reached the ear. ("The Haunted Doll's House")

Those who spend the greater part of their time in reading or writing books are, of course, apt to take rather particular notice of accumulations of books when they come across them. They will not pass a stall, a shop, or even a bedroom-shelf without reading some title, and if they find themselves in an unfamiliar library, no host need trouble himself further about their entertainment.