I cannot tell why this imagined Despair has fallen on me; The ghost of an ancient legend That will not let me be… Advertisements
The modern world is responsible for some curious contrasts. Go to any town centre or industrial area, and you’ll be caught up in the noise and bustle that characterises modern urban life. Walk or drive just a short distance from that same urban sprawl, however, and you might find something older, odder, and infinitely more… Continue reading The Dark and the Damned: St Ann’s Well Gardens, Brighton & Hove
Join me as I travel to Brighton, where I find that sometimes you don’t come for the ghosts, but the ghosts come for you… And what a post this is. I can truthfully report that I have finally experienced something genuinely creepy – something that was, if not quite inexplicable, at least a little odd… Continue reading The Dark and the Damned: The Bath Arms, Brighton
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