One of the remarkable things about my home country is just how many public houses are said to be haunted (and, indeed, how many opportunities this presents for jokes about spirits). Remarkable, but not altogether surprising: inns and pubs are often the hubs of local life, and so play host to a great deal of… Continue reading The Dark and the Damned: The Skirrid Mountain Inn, Llanfihangel Crucorney, Wales
Do you ever find yourself wondering what’s happening to time? I sometimes swear it’s in a state of constant acceleration, hurtling towards the abyss at breakneck speeds and dragging us with it. It seems like just yesterday that I was tearing all the Christmas decorations down, and now they’re all back up again. Frightening intimations… Continue reading Have Yourself a Creepy Little Christmas
I cannot tell why this imagined Despair has fallen on me; The ghost of an ancient legend That will not let me be…
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
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.