The church of St. Andrew in Ford, also known as St Andrew’s-by-the-ford, was a smaller and less ornate building than the churches at Clymping and Yapton. Reverend Damian Follow preferred to call it a simpler church. It rested up a gravel road, which was hidden from the main road so well that many locals didContinue reading “Story 17 – The Grey Figure”
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Story 16 – No Train from Angmering
Ricky weaved his way across the platform, trying to remember just how much he’d had to drink. He squinted at the station sign, willing it to come in to focus. Where was he? Angmering? How had he got there? “Let’s back up.” He said to the deserted station, feeling a need to fill the silenceContinue reading “Story 16 – No Train from Angmering”
Story 13 – The Witch Comes to Town
Lutran struggled through the sucking mud of the swamp. The bitterflies swarmed around him, their buzz filling his ears and disorientating him. How much further did he have to go? The wet, decaying stench was as thick as fog, making him want to gag on every third step. Old Coulan, the head woman, had beenContinue reading “Story 13 – The Witch Comes to Town”
Story 12 – Ghostpuncher
“I punch ghosts.” The kid opposite me looked non-plussed. But really, if the question is “What does a ghostpuncher do?” then what else could he have expected as an answer, it’s there in the job title. “Anything else?” He finally squeaked. I took a sip of my beer, taking a moment to enjoy the fullContinue reading “Story 12 – Ghostpuncher”
Story 11 – Jenny O’Plenty
Heather was talking again, the girl just would not shut up. Eliza tried to focus on stacking the tins of tomatoes, keeping an eye out for any dented ones she could maybe hide to pick up cheap later. “I don’t know why we don’t all just go on strike over this. It’s disgraceful, really!” HeatherContinue reading “Story 11 – Jenny O’Plenty”
Story 10 – Just a Bit More
Brenda cupped her hands around the mug of hot coffee, liking the little sting in her fingers it caused. Marie was still chattering away. Brenda blew on her coffee, not from a desire to cool it down but more for something to do until her friend paused for breath so that she could actually joinContinue reading “Story 10 – Just a Bit More”
Story 9 – Unwed Mary
‘Do you believe in ghosts, vicar? I need to tell someone about what happened this morning. I’m trying to think where to start this, you know, work out what’s the most important point. I’m still a bit jumbled, my heart is still pounding. I guess, start with Unwed Mary? No, Frank, I’ll tell you aboutContinue reading “Story 9 – Unwed Mary”
Story 8 – The Witness Gallery
The Witness Gallery stands on what was once plot 62 of the Generation Ship site. Originally a mile away from the building that housed mission control, it sat undeveloped during the construction and launch of the first two ships, Venture and Wilhelm. During the construction of the third ship, Aiko, it was designated as theContinue reading “Story 8 – The Witness Gallery”
Story 7 – The Interview
Mick Maroon entered the hotel room, followed by his assistant, Alastair. He wore a cowboy hat, leather jacket over a pink shirt, which was open to reveal a t-shirt that had the neck ripped to show off his chest hair. The t-shirt was emblazoned with the cover to his band Dark Francis’ latest album, WhateverContinue reading “Story 7 – The Interview”
Story 6 – They Wait For Us
On the last day of Victor Potts’ life, he woke up alone, just as he had for the past two hundred and thirty eight days. He groaned as he sat upright, old bones aching. He sighed as he swivelled out from under his duvet and slipped his feet into his slippers. Standing up with anotherContinue reading “Story 6 – They Wait For Us”
Ghost Stories by Robert Spalding 