The train lurches out of the Tottenham Court Road station and rattles east. Elsa flicks from her Kindle app to the clock – another ten minutes and she’ll be at Liverpool Street. Plenty of time to catch the train to Stansted before her flight to Naples. The train slows and rumbles to a stop. Elsa […]
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The Foundling, a Short Creepy Tale
I rise at 5am, as I do every day, and I make my rounds of the dormitories. They are empty now, and it has been many years since children laid their heads there. It never hurts to inspect them nonetheless. Glass cases now occupy the rooms, detailing the daily routines of the children. Printed text […]
Christmas Ghost Story in the West – Flash Fiction
There can’t be many things more welcoming than a roaring fire in the middle of winter. Snow lay heaped in piles outside, but we warmed ourselves in front of the small parlour’s hearth. A grandfather clock in the corner ticked away the minutes, and dull chatter floated through from the main bar of the saloon […]
The Priest Hole – Friday Flash
Pete threw down the EMF meter in disgust. The needle lay at the neutral end of the scale. Six hours of staring at it, and the damn thing refused to move. He hoped he could find the receipt when he got home. Pete made another circuit of the room. His objects remained where he’d planted […]
#FridayFlash – Ghosts
A chill wind whips up the street, casting grit into my face as I walk towards the bookshop. The blue sky is cold and unfriendly, the threatening clouds to the east the dull grey of gunmetal. As much as I love this bookshop, finding solace in its aisles, it has been a year since I […]
