My story, thankfully now lost in the mists of time, was pretty thin on plot; it started with the time-honored setup of "Joe Narrator inherits house from creepy relative, moves in, and discovers all sorts of quasi-gothic weirdness going on." I barely remember any of it now, but what I do remember was pretty darn awful. The narrator was flippant and glib, the setting derived mostly from things I'd seen on television, and the story boiled down to "Toss Macguffin A into Otherworldly Portal B, then run away."
On the other hand, I was 11 years old, so it was a pretty ambitious work, considering.
My recent excursion into The Lost Crown et al., combined with contemplation on my upcoming writing efforts, reminded me of this and led me to wonder what I would do these days if I were to attempt to write a spooky tale. Michael Macbeth, while he is all about forays into supernatural (or at least the esoteric), is more of a "weird comedy." And of course, Lords of Khaldun is pretty creepy, but is more a vignette than an actual tale.
Hmm. I'll have to ponder it.