Kerry was up to her elbows in hot, soapy water, scrubbing at the stubborn remains of the roast chicken on the baking tray when her daughter, Jennifer, called out. “Mum! There’s a ghost in the garden.” “That’s nice, honey. You play nicely with him.” It was just after four on a Sunday afternoon, would bitContinue reading “Story 5 – A Knight in the Garden”
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Story 4 – The Underpass
Vicky kept her hands in her pockets and tucked her chin down into her thick coat to keep as much of her heat in as should could. The wind was sharp and cold, finding ways to suck warmth out from every inch of exposed skin. It was a cloudless night, every meagre degree of heatContinue reading “Story 4 – The Underpass”
Story 3 – Maurice and Joan
“Could you pass me the water, Maurice?” Joan’s voice was weak. “Of course I can.” Maurice concentrated and picked up the small cup of water, working hard to lift it from the bedside table and pass it to Joan with spilling any. It took a lot of work for him to manage it. She sippedContinue reading “Story 3 – Maurice and Joan”
Story 2 – Brake Lights
It had been a good gig, they all agreed. Sheena had done the most headbanging of them all and had thrown herself into the circle pits which formed. Rachel had hung back from the crush and sung along so much that she was only speaking in a hoarse whisper now. Liam wasn’t as big aContinue reading “Story 2 – Brake Lights”
Story 1 – The Baker’s Wife
The church of St Mary’s at Clymping is a small church, nearing eight hundred years of age. It sits serenely, surrounded by a small graveyard. It looks somewhat incongruous compared to its next door neighbour, the red walls and high fences of Ford Open Prison. The unexpected nature of their neighbours had never bothered ReverendContinue reading “Story 1 – The Baker’s Wife”
Story 0 – Pale Lady
She was standing under the old bridge that I always passed on my way home. Built sometime in the late nineteenth century, the newer road and rail bridges just a couple of hundred yards down the way had rendered it obsolete. Disused and uncared for it had rapidly fallen into decline, now most of theContinue reading “Story 0 – Pale Lady”
Ghost Stories by Robert Spalding 