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”
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Story 18 – See
1. Opening If there was such a thing as the opposite to the luck of the Irish, Dave MacCall was certain he had it. The luck of the Welsh perhaps? Somehow, despite his best preparations, something always seemed to go wrong in a big, but fixable way on all of his jobs. They cost timeContinue reading “Story 18 – See”
Story 17 – The Grey Figure
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”
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 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 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 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”
Ghost Stories by Robert Spalding 