The first in an occasional series in which I explore reputedly haunted places… High in the mountains north of Lecco, tucked away by the side of a little-travelled road, there is a house. If you drove past at speed, you might not notice it at all. If you did see it, you’d probably dismiss it… Continue reading The Dark and the Damned: Villa De Vecchi, Cortenova, Italy
Despite my reputation for being a miserable git, I like to think that I actually have quite a sunny temperament. It’s true that, in common with many horror fans, I have a rather morbid turn of mind, and frequently wonder what it would be like to be, for example, a sane person wrongfully incarcerated in… Continue reading These are a Few of my Favourite Things
I have a confession to make. It’s a shameful one, the kind of confession that leaves you red-faced and truly humbled, but the time has come and I must unburden myself. I am a fan of the Famous Five.
It was eight o’clock on Christmas Eve, and we were sitting in the circle of light thrown by the dancing fire. We all lived in a large Victorian villa, which sounds impressive but really wasn’t. The house stood in the grimy heart of the city, and had long since been converted into self-contained flats. I… Continue reading The Seventh Child
A friend of mine recently developed an interest in transhumanism, the belief that the human condition will, in the future, be enhanced and transformed by the appliance of science. As a matter of course, then, I am regularly told all about the future that awaits us, a future that is either a dream or nightmare… Continue reading The End of the Affair: How I Fell In and Out of Love with Social Media
One of the advantages of being married to a keen amateur historian is that you regularly get whisked off to all kinds of strange and improbable places. A ruined Longobard village on an Italian hillside; the Swiss village where Nietzsche went to wind down; an odd and decidedly creepy little town best known for its… Continue reading All is Vanity…
Originally posted on Muscat Tales:
A few years ago, I was talking to a friend and a light bulb landed in my lap. Not a real one – that would have been weird – but an idea I couldn’t ignore. It was, a premise for the book I’m writing, whole as a nut. The idea…