Ghost Story – Ghost Stories by Robert Spalding

Story 31 – The Last Minutes of Diamond Terry

They called him Diamond Terry. They said he was the nastiest, fiercest, most not to be fucked with gang boss in town. Today, he had received a surprise visitor. A man he had been looking for for months. A man he was taking no chances with. Arms handcuffed behind his back and forced to sitContinue reading “Story 31 – The Last Minutes of Diamond Terry”

Story 30 – The Expected Return

Dusk was just settling over the lake, a light shade of red easing across the water like paint in a bowl. I thought it was nicely creepy, the start to an old Hammer movie perhaps. Lucy thought it was horrible, started talking about algae and refraction indexes, things way over my head. “You can’t justContinue reading “Story 30 – The Expected Return”

Story 28 – Ghostpuncher III: The Fatal Punch of Death

It wasn’t my first time in a wine bar, but I’d not been in one this posh before. I’ll be honest, I felt out of place. When you’re over six foot tall and muscled from years of solid labour, skin browned and weathered because you spend almost every day working outside, in a room fullContinue reading “Story 28 – Ghostpuncher III: The Fatal Punch of Death”

Story 26 – Gota Bloody Eyes Must Die!

The hand that held Shima around the throat was larger than his head. It clenched, briefly, giving him a moment of choking panic before he was flung to the side. “Stay down, boy.” The deep, terrifying voice of Gota Bloody Eyes commanded. “I will kill you if you attempt to attack again. Do not letContinue reading “Story 26 – Gota Bloody Eyes Must Die!”

Story 25 – Return to Breaker Street

To everyone else, 6 Breaker street was just another terraced house. A simple 3 up 2 down, red brick house. The neighbours might grumble about the overgrown garden, the moss in the gutters, the just noticeable lack of pride in its appearance. Someone who didn’t live in the street wouldn’t give it a second glance,Continue reading “Story 25 – Return to Breaker Street”

Story 24 – Daniel’s Story

To whoever finds this, Please read my story. Its very important that someone knows what happened. My name is Daniel and I’m 12 years old. I was born in Chichester and I have lived my whole life in Arundel. That’s in West Sussex in England. My life has been ok, Arundel isn’t the most excitingContinue reading “Story 24 – Daniel’s Story”

Story 22 – Postcards from Brenda

Postmark 11th June 1962 – Bognor Regis Mum, Jane and I arrived safely this morning. The train journey was fine. The sky here is so blue, its very nice. Butlins is very big, lots of people around. Not explored yet. I bought a big bundle of postcards, like you said. I will let you knowContinue reading “Story 22 – Postcards from Brenda”

Story 21 – Asset Retrieval

“That’s the place?” “Confirmed. You are on location.” Rick Lau looked at the small patisserie, window filled with pastries and cakes that, quite frankly, looked delicious. “It’s a cake shop.” “Intelligence has confirmed its only a front. You will find access to sub levels through the kitchen.” “A cake shop. Full of cakes.” This timeContinue reading “Story 21 – Asset Retrieval”

Story 20 – The Lonely Cairn

Barnaby walked through the door into the Brown Room and looked for a friendly face. Amongst the portraiture on the walls was the famously ten minute fast clock, forever deemed unchangeable. It said the time was three forty eight. Cathbat-Jones was reading the Financial Times in a red leather armchair by the fireplace. He wouldContinue reading “Story 20 – The Lonely Cairn”

Story 19 – Ghostpuncher II: The Punchening

“I think I’ve got a client for you.” Ruby said while she was ringing up my fags and chicken tikka sandwich. “Well, tell them to ring, just like everyone else.” I told her, pocketing my change. “She’s not like your usual ones, Reg.” Now, I love Rubes, she’s got the word out about my sideContinue reading “Story 19 – Ghostpuncher II: The Punchening”