Book Update - Character Dive - Doctor Benedict Mogfadian
Doctor Benedict Mogfadian.
Doctor Benedict Mogfadian is a somewhat mysterious individual. A self-styled magician, he is the employer of the main protagonist, Casper Trenchton. Though he currently spends most of his time at his house in Wendlelow, he also owns a rather grand home in the Cotswolds called Puddlebury Hall.
A somewhat eccentric individual, the doctor likes to wear a top hat, dark clothing, and a short cape. He always carries a mysterious blackthorn cane with him when he is out and about.
He lives with his niece, Julie, who assists him in his laboratory, where he brews concoctions that he refers to as “potions.”
As Threads of Shadow nears its publication date, now is a great time to delve into the mysteries and horrors of Wendlelow by picking up the first book in the sequence: Fireside Horror.
If you enjoy stories of ghosts, monsters, witchcraft, and prehistoric devils, I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of it.
Irish Folklore - The Monstrous Dobhar-chú
Ireland has a great many monsters haunting its mist shrouded shores, but few are as dangerous as the man-eating Dobhar-chú. A terrifying beastie said to occupy the lakes, and rivers throughout Ireland. The name Dobhar-chú (pronounced do-war coo) translates to Water Hound, though it is sometimes called The King Otter, and is described as part otter, part dog.
Those people who have survived an encounter with this monster tell of a thing about five times the size of a regular otter - nearly 5 meters long - with a white pelt, black tips on its ears, and a dark cross on its back. Some varieties, that dwell in murkier, peat stained waters are said to have darker fur. There are few written accounts of the Dobhar-chú, most of the stories about it have been passed down through oral tradition.
Killing a Dobhar-chú is extremely hard, they live in mating pairs, which often attack together, and are as swift on land as they are in the water. As if this were not bad enough, whoever kills the beast will find themselves cursed, and doomed to die within twenty four hours. Anyone stumbling across the scene of all this slaughter could find themselves in possession of the creature’s pelt which is thought to have magical properties.
The Legend of the Headstone
A church yard in County Leitrim, in the north of Ireland, contains a headstone (picture in gallery above) with a gruesome tale attached to it.
In the year 1722 Grace McGloighlin known locally by her maiden name Grace Connolly, lived in the town of Creevelea, near to Glenade Lough (Lake.) One afternoon she went down to the lough to wash some clothes. When she failed to return that evening her husband, Terrance, went looking for her and discovered her mutilated body by the water, a Dobhar-chú sleeping on top of her. He ran home, collected his knife, and crept up on the beast, slaying it. As the thing died it let out a whistling yell to its mate, who soon rose from the lough, and chased after poor Terrance. In desperation he sought the aid of a friend, and fortifying a local farm house, they fought and eventually killed the second beast.
More Sightings
On 1st May 1968, two local men spotted a Dobhar-chú swimming in Loch Sraheen on Achill Island, they wisely left the area before it spotted them.
British folklorist Dr Katherine Briggs, also found a reported sighting of a Dobhar-chú at Dhu-Hill. Witnesses said it was accompanied by a host of normal otters.
In 2000, Irish artist Sean Corcoran claimed to have seen a Dobhar Chu in a lake on Omey Island in Connemara, County Galway. Corcoran describes it as large, dark, and with orange flippers, it swam the width of the lake from west to east, finally leaping onto a huge boulder before disappearing with a haunting screech. He drew a picture of his sighting, which can be seen in the gallery above.
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog my friend. If you enjoy stories of ghosts, monsters, and the uncanny, please consider supporting me by purchasing a copy of my book ‘Fireside Horror,’ a novel told in short stories, it is currently available from Audible, narrated by the wonderfully talented Aubrey Parsons, who does a marvellous job of bringing the stories and characters to life. Links Below.
Until next time, stay spooky.
Book Update - Character Dive - Julie Mogfadian
Julie Mogfadian
Julie is the niece of Doctor Mogfadian. She likes to wear a Bretton Fiddlers Cap - as she thinks it irks her somewhat stifling uncle – and has many boyish affectations. She is intelligent, if not a little naïve and helps the Doctor with some of his more esoteric tasks, as well as running a small antiques shop close to Wendlelow’s market. She is a member of a local Folklore Society, run by the universities head librarian Nolan Perkins.
With such a strange uncle, and living in a town plagued by sinister forces, it was only a matter of time before she was forced to confront the terrors that dwell in the darkness.
As Threads of Shadow nears its publication date, now is a great time to delve into the mysteries and horrors of Wendlelow by purchasing the first book in the sequence. ‘Fireside Horror.’ If you enjoy stories of ghosts, monsters, witchcraft and prehistoric devils, your are sure to get a kick out of it.
Folklore - The Simonside Dwarves.
A Duergar, he is not happy…
In Northumberland, in England’s North East, not far from the market town of Rothbury can be found the Simonside Hills, an area of highland that stands about 300 to 400 meters (980–1,310 feet) above sea level. Tossun Hill is the highest point in the area at nearly 440 meters (1,444 ft).
The origin of the name ‘Simonside’ is much speculated on, one 13th Century document refers to the hills as Simundessete. The name may be a corruption of Sigemund's seat, Sigemeund being an old Germanic hero from ‘The Song of the Nibelungs’ an epic poem written around 1200 AD in Middle High German. An alternative explanation for the name is a corruption of "seaman's sight", as it is alleged that they are visible from the North Sea.
Whatever the truth of the names origins it is undoubtedly a dangerous area, with precipices and bogs ready to claim the life of any traveller and, as if this were not bad enough, the unwary rambler must also contend with a supernatural threat, that of the Simonside Dwarves.
The Simonside Dwarves, also referred to as the Duergar are a mythical race from English folklore, said to dwell in the hills. Malevolent beings, it is thought they emerge at dusk, using lighted torches to led solitary wanderers off the path and into dangerous locations.
Accounts
One account tells of a traveller who, seeking refuge from the bitter night wind, found a small hut with a fire within. He was joined by a grumpy, diminutive figure, who sat with him in silence, although nervous, the exhausted man was eventually able to find sleep, but when he awoke at dawn he discovered both the hut and the figure had vanished, leaving him alone and perilously close to a cliff's edge.
Another tale describes a man who went searching for the little fellows. As he wandered the moors it became dark and he called out for a light, much to his surprise one appeared on a distant rise, he moved towards it, but then remembering how dangerous it was to follow such enchanted globes. He tossed a clod of earth into a bog, causing a splash. The light went out.
Happy to have deceived the dwarves he called out, mocking them (very unwise) in a moment he found himself surround by a group of mean looking Duergar, all carrying clubs, he fainted in shock. When he woke the dwarves had gone, and badly shaken, he made his way home.
In a third story two men had been out hunting in the hills, they stopped to eat by the shelter of a rock. They recounted being approached by a short man dressed in clothes the colour of bracken. He asked them if they knew who he was, to which they replied “the Lord of the Manor”, and offered to hand over the birds they’d shot that morning. The dwarf declined, claiming to be a vegetarian, and invited the two men to join him at his home for a meal. Wisely, and politely, they refused, and quickly headed back to Rothbury where they recounted their tale at a local tavern, The Landlord praised their decision not to accompany the little man. After all, the Simonside dwarves enjoyed.luring humans into their lairs, where they would murder and then devoured them.
One local man from Thropton recalled that as a boy in the late 1950s, and early 1960s he was often told not to cross to the Simonside of the river after dark because the little people might come down by Little Tosson and get him. He always put this down to stopping him wandering too far, but as he grew older he started to wonder… He was also told of people dancing in the dark in strange ceremonies.
Finally another witness from the area stated "I have been told they are most active in April, so you missed high season by a month! A friend told me of something that happened to a man he knows, several years ago - he swears it's true...
‘There were accounts of a witches' coven that used to go up to Simonside in the seventies, and the rumours were they danced naked round a fire - all very scandalous. So after a night of boozing in the pub, this local man decided to go up there and spy on them. He saw lights in the distance and snuck up on the small group, but as he got closer he was terrified to see their faces were ugly and mangled and far from being young, nubile women, they were in fact, dwarves. They saw him and gave chase, he ran for all he was worth and made it back to his car. As he struggled to get his key into the ignition in the dark, all he could hear was the scraping of long fingernails on the car windows...he lived to tell the tale, however.’
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog my friend. A big thanks to Deborah Hatswell of Being Believed Research for the witness reports, please take the time to visit her excellent website, link below.
Until next time, stay spooky.
Book Update - Character Dive - Casper Trenchton.
Casper Trenchton
My book ‘Fireside Horror’ has received some wonderful reviews and was well received, this encouraged me to write the first of its sequels entitled ‘Threads of Shadow.’ This book is currently in the hands of my editor, who is hard at work hunting down any grammatical goblins that may be lurking within its pages. Like its predecessor ‘Threads of Shadow’ is a novel told through short stories. In the run up to its release I will drop a few teasers about the characters and locations that will turn up in the book.
Casper Trenchton
Elspeth McGinnity is gone, vanished on a train journey to her native Ireland, but Wendlelow’s problems continue.
Casper Trenchton is a troubled, melancholic young man, whose mind was badly scarred by an event in his youth. He is tall and powerfully built, resembling a rugby player. Following the death of his father he finds himself a resident of Wendlelow’s haunted streets, in the employment of the enigmatic Doctor Mogfadian.
Casper must prepare himself, and find his strength if he is to face the horrors that lurk in and around the little Shropshire town. Will he be able to do it?
Folklore - Horror in the Ancient Woodland.
The Beast reveals itself….
The United Kingdom classifies Ancient Woodland as: Any that has existed continuously since before the 15th Century. Woodland planting was not done prior to that date, so a wood that was present in the 1600’s was more than likely to have developed naturally.
The Forest of Dean is one of the few surviving areas of ancient woodland in England, it is located in the county of Gloucestershire, in the South West of the country, and was the second largest Royal Forest (or Kingswood) in the land. A Royal Forest was a special area set aside for the hunting privileges of royalty during the medieval period. But there was one beast in The Forest that struck terror into knight and commoner alike.
The Beast of Dean.
The first reports of the beast can be traced back in folklore to the 18th and 19th century, with local people describing it as a cross between a giant boar and a moose, it was believed to possess great tusks and huge branching antlers, and is alleged to have been so powerful that it was more than capable of toppling trees and forcing passage through the thickest of hedgerows.
There have been several attempts to hunt and capture this terrifying beastie, the first of which occurred in the early 19th Century, when folk from the local village of Parkend bravely undertook an expedition into the woodland to track down, and capture, or kill the monster. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately from the creatures point of view, they were unsuccessful, and the beast managed to elude them.
Modern Encounters
There are still strange encounters reported in the forest. Back in 1995 a group of ramblers reported encountering a large three toed foot print, found in the wet ground. It was claimed to be 8 inches in length and 6 inches in width. The ramblers took photographs of the print and reported their discovery to the local authorities and newspapers. Copies of these photographs have sadly been lost.
In 2019 a group of teenagers reported encountering the monster while on a camping trip, they described the beast as being over 6 feet in length and with dark brown shaggy fur, it so scared them that they abandoned their trip and fled the area.
In modern times boars have been reintroduced into the forest and can be seen scavenging for food, particularly in the autumn time, and whilst British boars can be dangerous, and thus should not be approached, they do not grow over 6 feet in length.
I would urge you not to be deterred by the this terribly beastie or even it smaller cousins the wild boar. The Forest of Dean is a beautiful area, and definitely worth a visit, just remember to keep your eyes peeled for anything… unusual.
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog my friend.
Until next time, stay spooky.
Ghostly Folklore - The Phantom Train of Dunphail
The Grey Ghost Train - Beware…
The ghost train is an iconic kind of haunting - although I would suggest an uncommon one. The idea of a spectral steam engine, charging through the night, belching flames and smoke, terrifying onlookers, only to vanish before their very eyes, instils that pleasing terror that lovers of spooky folklore regularly quest for.
In Northern Scotland, in Moray (Scottish Gaelic: Moireibh or Moireabh.) There runs the Old Dava Railway line. This section of track was opened in 1863 and ran over the old Dava Moor, for a while this was the main route to London. Sadly the line did not survive Mr Beeching’s axe and was closed down in 1965. The Dava Way, is a modern Railway walk, managed by The Dava Way Association (DWA.) Thanks to this hardworking group, you can trek the route taken by those old time trains today. However, to take this journey at night might require a little liquid courage (Whiskey) beforehand.
The Legend of the Grey Train of Dunphail.
Dunphail Railway Station, near Forres, is the scene of a terrifying haunting, folklore suggests that a locomotive carrying cattle met a fiery end nearby, and that this has resulted in its ghostly apparition being spotted intermittently since the 1920s, with sightings even as recent as the 1960s.
Sightings
On a clear winter’s night, John Macdonald was heading home along a path close to Dunphail railway station, when a locomotive with a full head of steam, pulling four carriages, appeared and rushed past the startled local. MacDonald claims the train was travelling around 2ft above the tracks. The date of John’s sighting varies depending on the source, with claims it was sometime between 1917 and 1920.
Two men alleged to have witnessed a strange bright light on the track whilst in a railway cutting. Eventually it faded away. One of the men reported it to the Stationmaster the next day, and discovered that many other people had encountered this unexplained illumination.
One evening in 1949, a woman was returning home after visiting a relative, she was walking along the track, secure in the knowledge that no trains ran at that time of night. To her surprise she claimed to hear a steam engine coming up the line. The noise grew louder and she looked over her shoulder, to her horror she saw the spectral grey train approaching her at full steam. In a panic the poor woman scrambled up the bank and fell to the ground whilst the phantom locomotive raced through the night below her, she reported seeing the fierce glow of the firebox reflected in the pall of smoke from the chimney, and brightly lit carriages streaming behind, all of which were some two feet off the ground!
If you would like more information on the old railway line and its history I enclose a link to the Dava Way website below, it is well worth a visit.
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog my friend. If you enjoy stories of ghosts, monsters, and the uncanny, please consider supporting me by purchasing a copy of my book ‘Fireside Horror,’ a novel told in short stories, each one certain to send a shiver down your spine. Available on Amazon and Audible, Link Below.
Until next time, stay spooky.
Ghostly Folklore – The Haunting of RAF Montrose
Scary goings on at the now abandoned Airbase.
RAF Montrose (also known as Royal Airforce Base Montrose.) Was one of the country’s most haunted military airfield bases; located in Angus, Scotland, it was the first operational military airbase in Britain, being set up on 26th February 1913, and was one of twelve air force bases planned at the time for the United Kingdom, its was intended to allow the then Royal Flying Corp to provide protection to nearby naval bases.
There are a great many ghosts to be found at this now unused airbase (it closed permanently on 4th June 1952.) From reports of damaged radios, playing old wartime broadcasts, as well as phantom planes being seen overhead, only to mysteriously vanish before the viewer’s eyes, to spectral pilots, wandering about the base at night. Indeed such was its reputation that newcomers to the airbase were given a printed document to help familiarise themselves with the site, a part of which warned about the expected paranormal sightings.
The most famous of Montrose’s phantom inhabitants, and possibly one of the first aviation hauntings, is that of Irishman Desmond Arthur (Picture above), who fell to his death on May 27, 1913, when his plane broke up. His story is recounted below.
On 23rd of May, 1913, at around 7.00am in the morning Arthur took his BE2 biplane for a training flight, after flying for about forty minutes, The right wing broke off the aircraft and Arthur’s seatbelt failed, throwing him out of the plane as it went into a death spin.
One report at the time claimed that the luckless pilot had jumped from the plane of his own free willing, instead of choosing to crash with the machine. The accident was witnessed by an individual on a nearby farm, who provided the authorities with the following macabre details. He heard the plane overhead, and then a strange sound. Looking skywards he saw something plummeting to the ground. Horrified he realised that it was a man, falling in perfect silence. The body of the doomed aviator, was perfectly straight, with its arms held directly above its head. When medics arrived at the scene, Arthur was found dead, nearly every bone in the poor man’s body had been broken.
An Enquiry held after the event blamed the incident on poor manufacturing.
There have been many sightings of Arthur’s ghost over the years, he has been seen walking to the mess hall, vanishing before he reaches its entrance. One pilot spoke of awaking in the middle of the night and feeling terribly cold, looking around he saw a uniformed man sitting in a chair. When he tried to speak to him, the individual slowly faded away.
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog my friend. If you enjoy stories of ghosts, monsters, and the uncanny, please consider supporting me by purchasing a copy of my book ‘Fireside Horror,’ a novel told in short stories, each one certain to send a shiver down your spine. Available on Amazon and Audible, Link Below.
Until next time, stay spooky.
Event Update – The UK Indie Horror Chapter 2: Canterbury Horror Tales
Attention all horror fans, the 29th March 2025, will see the 2nd Indie Horror Chapter Event, a collection of 40, yes that’s right 40 of the best Indie horror and dark literature authors all gathered together in one venue. The event organisers have wisely chosen to contain this terrifying horde (of which I am one) in: Westgate Hall, Canterbury, CT1 2BT. Thus protecting the general population of this historic town from untold nightmares. Entry is free, doors will be opened at 11.00am and will close at 4.30pm.
If you feel brave enough please come down and say hello to us all, I can say - with a fair degree of confidence - that none of us bite. There will be a book fair and readers can not only meet and chat with the authors, but can enjoy a host of other activities including readings, discussion panels, and more. The list of authors in attendance is given below. I have also enclosed a link to the Indie Horror Chapters Webpage
Ghostly Folklore- The Haunted Bog Road of Connemara
An old road through dangerous terrain.
In the North West of the County of Galway, in the Republic of Ireland, is to be found Connemara National Park (Irish: Páirc Naisiúnta Chonamara.) This is an area of savage beauty, containing, Mountains, Bogs, Woodland, and Heaths. The gruesome tale I am going to relate concerns this regions extensive Bog land.
The Old Bog Road, was originally the main route to Galway. Before the founding of Clifden (Irish: An Clochán, meaning 'stepping stones.') A coastal town, found where the Owenglin River flows into Clifden Bay. Today many local people refuse to travel the Bog Road at night, going out of their way to avoid the route.
One local from the picturesque village of Roundstone tells the following tale. “I was giving a lift to two old fellas who insisted that they would get out of the car if I turned down the Bog Road… Who am I to say?” Yet another man from Clifden claimed. “People say it’s haunted. Folks do drive off the road a good bit. I wouldn’t be driving it at night, and certainly not alone.”
The Legend of The Old Bog Road.
The story goes that there was an Inn on the old Bog Road named ‘The Halfway House.’ Many years back in the 1790s, it was run by a brother and sister. This ghoulish pair, made it their business to invite lonely travellers to rest the night at their hostelry, however their motives were not altruistic. They would wait until the luckless traveller had settled down for a restful night’s sleep, then on the stroke of midnight they would creep into the persons room, murder them, steal their belongings, and dispose of the body in the surrounding Bogs or Lakes.
It is the ghosts of these hapless victims – whose bodies the murderous siblings fed to the windswept Bog Land – that haunt this lonesome stretch of road, strange shadows can be seen crawling out of stagnant pools, dark shapes flit before cars, and lonely figures are spotted standing by the wayside, only to vanish should a traveller pull over to offer them a lift.
So dear reader, should you find yourself alone in Connemara, why not test your courage, wait until the sun has set in the westering sky, get behind the wheel of your vehicle, and drive along the benighted Bog Road, will you have the nerve to do it? What will your headlights reveal?
Until next time stay spooky my friend.
Update - Threads of Shadow.
Lily attempts to proof the read the text, but being illiterate, and a dog, she is of no help. She must be useful for something?
Hello my friends, just a short update on my next book ‘Threads of Shadow.’ I have finished writing and revising the text of what will be book two of ‘The Wendlelow Mysteries,’ and have just dispatched a copy to my editor Carson Buckingham. This part of the process usually takes a few weeks. When I receive it back I will start the process of editing the text, this could take up to a month, then I will have to dispatch the book to a few folks willing to give it an advanced read and help me hunt down any typos and further gremlins in the revised version, hopefully the book will be ready for general release in two to three months.
PLEASE NOTE ALL PROOF READING POSITIONS ARE NOW FILLED. A BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYBODY WHO APPLIED.
If you are interested in being apart of the advanced reader group. please message me, I will dispatch a free copy of the book. in either physical or Ebook format, which ever you prefer. I will acknowledge your contribution in the ‘Authors Note’ section of the book. Futhermore, as a thank you, I will send you a signed copy of the book when it is finally released. I’m looking for about three to five people. If you are interested, please message me via the contact section on this website, or through Facebook.
Stay Spooky.
Ghosts and Legends of St. Ives.
Spectral happenings in the little coastal town of St. Ives.
Deep in the English County of Cornwall, clinging to the storm tossed coastline is the historic seaside town of St. Ives. (Cornish: Porth Ia, meaning St Ia’s cove.) Once a prosperous fishing port, a recent decline in this trade has seen the towns economy shift more towards tourism.
St. Ives is home to The Sloop Inn, an old fisherman’s pub dating back to the 14th Century and believed to be Cornwall’s oldest pub. The seaside town has been home to Smugglers, Wreakers and is a favourite location for artists. So it has plenty of history and also a great deal of local legends and ghosts guaranteed to peak the interest of any budding myth hunter.
Saint Ia of Cornwall
St. Ives is associated in legend with the arrival of St. Ia in Cornwall. St. Ia was an Irish Princess from the 5th Century, who became a saint and martyr. She arrived at the sea shore to discover that her companions had departed for Cornwall without her. Upset she prayed, and noticing a small leaf floating on the sea, touched it with a rod to see if it would sink, but it grew larger. Trusting God, she embarked upon the leaf and was carried across the Irish Sea, arriving at Cornwall before the others.
Dead Man’s Walk
Dead Man’s Walk is a narrow, shadowy lane, that was once the route taken by condemned prisoners making their final journey to their place of execution. It is a area best avoided at night, as people walking there describe feelings of depression and terror. Shadowy figures and ghostly footsteps have also been reported here. It is said that if you are wandering down this street and hear the church bells ring an extra chime, it is a sign of a guilty conscience.
Trencrom Hillfort
Not far from St. Ives lies, Trencrom Hill fort, orginally called Torcrobm the name is derived from the Cornish "torr crobm", meaning, 'hunched bulge.' it was first used as a settlement in the neolithic period, and then used as a hillfort in the Iron age. Legends says that the treasure of a great Cornish giant is buried somewhere on Trencrom, supposedly guarded by Spriggans, a race of grotesquely ugly, wizened old men with large childlike heads.
The Lady with the Lamp
There is told - about the town - the sad tale of a ghostly woman who wanders about the beach bearing a spectral lamp. She is believed to be a mother whose baby was swept into the sea during a storm and was lost forever. The grieving woman passed away shortly after this tragic event, and though her body was laid to rest, her spirit was not. Locals say that even today a flickering light can be seen on the beach before a storm, and that this light is the Lady with the Lantern, wandering the lonely sands in search of her lost baby.
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog my friend. If you enjoy stories of ghosts, monsters, and the uncanny, please consider supporting me by purchasing a copy of my book ‘Fireside Horror,’ a novel told in short stories, each one certain to send a shiver down your spine. Available on Amazon and Audible, Link Below.
Until next time, stay spooky.
Ghostly Folklore - The Black Dog of Newgate Prison
The Black Dog - Terror of The Gaol.
The dreaded Newgate prison was located just inside the city of London. Originally built in the 12th Century during the reign of Henry II, it was part of an original roman gate built into the wall that surrounded old London town. Since it was first constructed it has been rebuilt and extended many times, and was in use until 1902.
Newgate had a poor reputation that dipped to its lowest level in the 15th Century, when the decaying building became a place of true misery, prisoners were dying from the overcrowding, rampant disease, and bad sanitary conditions. It is thought that a total of 22 prisoners died of ‘Gaol Fever’ (Also known as Typhus Fever.) As a result it was decided to renovate and improve the prison.
It was destroyed in the Great fire of London during 1666 and rebuilt again around six years later, with the addition of a windmill to the roof - an attempt to improve ventilation. In 1783 the site of the cities gallows were moved from Tyburn to Newgate, with hangings being performed in the street before the prison in front of jeering, unruly crowds. Until eventually the gallows were moved inside the prison walls.
The Black Dog
Held within the Guildhall Libraries aged stacks, is an old work with the wonderful title. ‘The Discovery of a London Monster, called The Blacke Dogg of Newgate: Profitable for all Readers to Take Heed by.’ Supposedly a true account written by a prisoner called Luke Hutton.
During a period of famine in the reign of King Henry III, desperation drove the prisoners to new depths of savagery. Among them languished a scholar, whispered to be a sorcerer, a manipulator of the dark arts, and diabolical witchcraft. This ill-fated man fell victim to their insatiable hunger, a grotesque crime took place - a crime that would unleash a vengeful spectre upon those who had feasted upon the magician’s flesh.
From the shadows emerged the shade of a monstrous black hound, prowling the prison's passages. The inmates, gripped by terror, recognized this canine phantom; it was the spirit of the sorcerer, hell-bent on exacting revenge upon his murderers. The malevolent creature hunted down and devoured the guilty one at a time, those few who survived this supernatural culling were left with permanently shattered minds.
The Crawling Shadow of Amen Court
Not far from Newgate is the attractive Amen Court. Though this street existed in the shade between the great prison and St Paul’s Cathedral, it was a pleasant place to live, a little haven within the city. But the horrors of Newgate are believed to have stretched out their hand and touched even this peaceful place. A terrifying shapeless shadow has been regularly seen crawling along the roofs of the buildings, though whether this thing is The Black Dog, or the apparition of some escaped convict is not known.
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog my friend. If you enjoy stories of ghosts, monsters, and the uncanny, please consider supporting me by purchasing a copy of my book ‘Fireside Horror,’ a novel told in short stories, each one certain to send a shiver down your spine. Available on Amazon and Audible, Link Below.
Until next time, stay spooky.
Dragon Lore - The Gwybr
The Gwybr. Beware…
In the northeast of Wales lies an area of mountains and moorland known as The Berwyn Range (Welsh: Y Berwyn or Mynydd y Berwyn) or Berwyn Mountains National Park. A sparsely populated area close to the border with England, it is popular with hill walkers, and is covered with heather, grassland and bracken. Its tallest summit is Cadair Berwyn which is 2,730 ft above sea level.
Pistyll Rhaeadr (‘Rhaeadr Falls’) is a waterfall within The Berwyn Mountains National Park, it is formed by the Afon Disgynfa (River Disgynfa) falling in three stages over a 80 meter cliff-face - making it higher than Niagra falls - into the Afon Rhaeadr below. The tallest stage is estimated at about 40 metres. It is an enchanting place, even more so on the rare occasions that it freezes into an ice sculpture at winter. This scenic, mystical location was said to be the home of a winged serpent, called ‘The Gwybr.’ also known as The Dragon of Llanrhaeadr.
The story goes that in a lake by the falls lived a winged serpent who would fly down the valley to the village and seize children, women or animals, taking them back to the lake to devour.
Nobody knew how to defeat the Gwybr, so a number of villagers consulted a wise woman in the hills. She explained to them what they had to do. The men must gather together and forge three enormous spiked collars, whilst the womenfolk collected all the linen in the village, sewed it together and dyed it blood-red.
Then, when all was ready, the whole village was to set off to a great standing stone in the field at the foot of Rhos Brithin. Here the men were to drop the three spiked collars over the pillar whilst the women wrapped the whole lot in the red linen. Then they should set about building a circle of fire around the pillar.
This was done, and when the Gwybr sighted it, the beast thought it was another dragon illuminated by the flickering flames. It roared with anger and attacked, spearing its breast on the hidden spikes. Again and again it struck, and each time the spikes drove deeper into its body until it dripped with blood and grew weaker. Eventually it could fight no more and collapsed bleeding and dying at the foot of the pillar.
The villagers, with the help of the wise woman of the hills, had outwitted the gwybr and once more the village was safe.
There are many more stories associated with this area, incuding claims that a UFO crashed into the mountain in 1974 - after an earth tremor was felt, and strange lights sighted by locals near the summit. Some people have speculated that the UFO was retrieved by the British government and its wreckage taken to RAF Rudloe Manor.
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog my friend. If you enjoy stories of ghosts, monsters, and the uncanny, please consider supporting me by purchasing a copy of my book ‘Fireside Horror,’ a novel told in short stories, each one certain to send a shiver down your spine. Available on Amazon and Audible, Link Below.
Until next time, stay spooky.
Ghosts and Legends of Glamis Castle
A haunted castle, not unlike Glamis.
Glamis Castle is a stunning property, located in the region of Angus in Scotland, surrounded by beautiful countryside, it has been a home to royalty, and is the sort of place where one can only dream of living. Built in the 14th Century it is the seat of the Lyon family. The castle you see today was largely constructed in the 18th century, and was the childhood home of the late Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother . Her second daughter, Princess Margaret was born there on 21 August 1930.
Glamis was originally the location of a Royal Hunting lodge, where in the year 1034 Malcolm II, The King of Alban died a violent death, supposedly when fighting bandits in the area. It was nearby, in Eassie Burn (watercourse) that the Eassie stone was discovered in the late 18th Century, a Pictish stone (pictured below) carved with a cross and other images, it has been dated back to the mid 8th Century. With such a fine history, it is no surprise that this grand old building is brimming with Legends and Ghosts.
The Woman without a Tongue
The most reported of Glamis spectral inhabitants, and the most chilling, is the ghost of the woman with no tongue. She has been sighted wandering around the grounds pointing to her badly wounded face.
People also claim to have seen her staring mournfully out from a barred window within the castle. No one is certain who this unfortunate spirit could be or what may have happened to her.
The Grey Lady
Another phantom oft seen stalking Glamis halls is that of a Grey Lady, said to be the ghost of Lady Janet Douglas, her first husband was John Lyon the Lord of Glamis. when he died in 1528, people whispered that she had poisoned him, she was however cleared of this crime, and went on to marry again, this time to a man called Archibald Campbell of Skipness.
She finally met her grisly end at the stake , where she was burned for being a witch in 1537, after being accused of conspiring to poison King James V of Scotland
The Young Servant Boy
The shade of a young servant boy has been seen sitting on a stone seat close to the door of the Queen’s room He is completely silent, and has never been seen anywhere else in the Castle.
Ghost of Earl Beardie
The legend of Earl Beardie is a horrifying one. He is the most infamous of Glamis Castle’s ghosts. Earl Beardie’s real name was Alexander Lindsay, 4th Earl of Crawford. He was what we in the business call a Wrong ‘Un’, a cruel, twisted man, a heavy drinker, his spectre is seen, heard, and felt throughout the castle, with reports of children being awoken at night to find his shadowy figure standing over their bed.
His ghost resides in a secret room in the castle, gambling with the Devil for all eternity. The legend goes, he was visiting the castle one Sunday night, upon returning to his room, he was shouting in a drunken rage for someone to come and play cards with him. Nobody wanted to take him up on his offer as it was the Sabbath, so he finally declared that he’d play the Devil himself.
Shortly after, there was a knock at the door, it was a tall gentleman in a long dark coat, and he asked if Earl Beardie still needed someone to join him in a game of cards. The Earl agreed to play the man, and they retired to a room in the castle, slammed the door shut, and proceeded to gamble.
Later that night one of the servants overheard a commotion in the room, and bravely looking through the keyhole, saw the Earl ranting at a tall, smokey figure. Within moments the poor servant was blinded in one eye by a bright light. Earl Beardie, - at least the living Earl Beardie - was never seen again.
The Monster of Glamis
Another of the castle legends is that of the Monster of Glamis, a rather tragic tale. Said to be a deformed child born to the Lyon family in the 1820’s this poor infant was believed to have died shortly after his birth. However some guests to the castle claimed the child lived, was disinherited, and locked away in a secret room, only being allowed out to walk the roofs at night. His ghost now haunts the section of the parapets known as “The Mad Earl’s Walk.” The room where he was supposed to have lived was believed to have been sealed up in the 1920’s after his death .
An alternative version of the legend says that to every generation of the family a vampire child is born and walled up in that room.
Other Tales
The Ogilvy Clan fled to Glamis Castle seeking refuge during a conflict with the Lindsay Clan. Lord Glamis welcomed them and hid them in a secret chamber. However, as a friend of the Lindsays, the Earl sealed the door and left the Ogilvy’s to starve. Years later the skeletons of the Ogilvy’s were discovered when strange sounds were heard coming from the concealed room.
There is another tale of a monster, this one is said to have dwelt in Loch Calder near the castle, a thing so terrifying no one will speak of it.
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog my friend, I do hope you didn’t find it to unsettling and that you will be able to find a restful nights sleep. If you enjoy stories of ghosts, monsters, and the uncanny, please consider supporting me by purchasing a copy of my book ‘Fireside Horror,’ a novel told in short stories, each one certain to send a shiver down your spine. Available on Amazon and Audible, Link Below.
Until next time, stay spooky.
Folklore – Ghosts and Legends of Alderley Edge.
The Wizard, carrying a weird looking stone.
The Village of Alderley Edge can be found in the North-west county of Cheshire in England. It lies at the edge of a sandstone escarpment, covered in woodland. An area of great natural beauty, it has wonderful views over the Cheshire plain, referred to as ‘The Edge’ – An Edge is a descriptive term, used in Cheshire and the neighbouring counties to label areas of high land.
Alderley Edge has a long history of copper mining dating back to the Bronze Age, that continued off and on unit the 1920’s. There are quite a few legends associated with the edge, stories of the devil, sleeping knights and spectral figures, drench the landscape.
Many people report seeing the ghost of a short old man with a white beard, running close to the road (the B5087) apparently completely naked! One police officer told of seeing this spectral figure. The brave man approached him, only for the unclothed octogenarian to vanish into thin air.
The ‘Devils Grave’ is a cave located, at stormy point - a rock formation overlooking the north-east slope of Alderley Edge. Legend has it that if one runs about it widdershins (anti-clockwise) three times, Old Nick will appear before you. In another version it is possible to resort your virginity by performing the same action.
Travellers wandering the edge can refresh themselves at a well spring, above which is a carving of a bearded face, said to be that of a Wizard, his story is perhaps the most well-known - with various pubs and tea rooms being named after him - and is given below.
Once upon a time, a farmer from Mobberley was on his way to Macclesfield Market to sell a white mare. The horse was the finest of his stock, and he was sure that he could get a good price at the market.
As he passed by the steep sandstone cliffs that make up Alderley Edge, he was stopped by an old man of noble stature with a white beard, and clothes that seemed to belong to an earlier period of history. The old man asked if the farmer would sell his horse to him for a fair price. The farmer refused, hoping that he could get a better price for such a fine animal at the market.
Once at the bustling market it seemed as though he had been bewitched. Although his animal was admired and commented on, not a single offer was made, although lesser animals were sold quickly for good prices.
Dejected the farmer set off back to Mobberley, as he passed Alderly Edge the same old man appeared and asked if he could buy the horse. The farmer agreed and the wizard motioned him to follow, he led the farmer through the trees to the foot of the sandstone cliffs that make up the edge. The wizard touched the rock with his staff, and the rock parted with a thunderous sound to reveal a huge cavern. The old man led the farmer inside the earth reassuring him not to be afraid.
The farmer could not believe his eyes, for inside the cavern hundreds of armour clad warriors lay in a deathly sleep. Every warrior bar one had a white horse standing next to him. The old man (who seemed to be a wizard of great power) explained that the host was ready and waiting for the day when their countrymen would need them, then they would arise and fight to save the country. The wizard led on to a pile of gold and jewels, and told the farmer to take his fill as payment for his mare.
The farmer grabbed a handful of golden coins and jewels, stuffed them into his pockets and walked out through the opening into the bright sunlight. The farmer, overwhelmed by his strange experience, set off running as the rock closed with a dull thud behind him. Although he tried, he could ever find the door again.
The legend of Alderley Edge inspired the work of local author Alan Garner, when he wrote his novel ‘The Weirdstone of Brisingamen’ a wonderful book, which can be enjoyed by adults and children alike. I have attached a link to it below. Until next time, thank you for taking the time to read this blog. Stay spooky friends.
Ghostly Folklore - The Spectral Beast of Carew Castle.
The Spectral Beast…
In the countryside of South Wales, in the County of Pembrokeshire, lies the ancient fortress of Carew Castle. Although originally a Norman stronghold, it has a great many differing architectural styles as, over the years, each generation sought to leave their mark upon it. The north face of the castle dominates the Carew River, and is a striking sight.
Historians believe the area has been used for military purposes for over two thousand years. It is therefore of no surprise to learn that a lot of strange tales have built up around it. A white Lady has been seen drifting from room to room, thought to be the spirit of the Welsh heroine, Princess Nest. In what used to be the kitchen visitors have encountered the ghost of a boy, believed to be responsible for the sound of clanking pots and pans. And the Undercroft is said to be haunted by the shade of a Celtic Warrior.
But the most unusual and terrifying phantom of Carew Castle is that of a Beast. A vicious Barbary Ape, which lurks in one of the castles towers. Appearing to the unsuspecting on dark and stormy nights. His tale goes something like this.
In the 17th century, the castle was occupied by Sir Roland Rhys, a well-travelled man who had visited the Barbary Coast and brought back with him an injured ape that he had rescued from a wrecked Spanish galleon. He was able to train this devoted pet to respond to his every wish with a series of whistles.
Now Sir Roland had one son who ran off with the daughter of a local merchant, not a union of which Sir Roland approved. One fateful night a storm was brewing. The wind screamed around the castle and the rain lashed at the windows. The ape was restless, sensing Sir Roland was in an evil mood.
There came a knock at the door and the girl’s father, a man by the name of Horwitz, demanded admittance, distressed and upset that his daughter had run away with Sir Roland’s son. The men had a fierce argument, during which the Master of Carew released the ape from its chains and ordered it to kill Horwitz.
The merchant fought off the ape and, although badly injured, managed to drag himself from the room. He shouted to the servants for help, and they tended to him. Horwitz cursed Sir Roland and, as he did, piercing screams were heard coming from the tower room. The servants, who were terrified of their lord and his pet, were unwilling to find out what had happened.
It was not until first light the following morning that they summoned up the courage to enter the silent room. There, lying in a pool of blood lay the body of Sir Roland, throat torn out, but of the ape there was no sign.
This brutal beast is still seen in the tower to this day, with the latest witness being a teenage girl, who fled screaming from the room. When she had eventually calmed down enough she claimed to have seen the Ape in the fireplace, snarling at her.
I hope you enjoyed this chilling tale, if you did please consider purchasing a copy of my book ‘Fireside Horror,’ it is full of terrifying stories and mysteries, it is available from Amazon and Audible, link below. Until next week, stay spooky my friend.
Ghostly Folklore - Britain’s Most Haunted Village.
One little village, so many ghosts!
Kent is a county in the South East of England, it is sometimes referred to as the ‘The Garden of England’ due to its patchwork of fields and abundance of orchards and hop gardens. It is a beautiful place to visit, particularly in the height of summer. But these are not the only things this area is know for, as it is also infamous as the location of Britain’s Most Haunted Village, Pluckley.
Pluckley has a population of around one thousand - slightly more when its ghosts are taken into account. There are references to the village given in the Doomsday Book of 1086, it famously appeared in the Guiness Book of Records 1989, when it was named ‘the most haunted village in Britain,’ with a total of 12 different ghosts being identified at the time, although this category is no longer used in current editions of the book.
With locations like ‘Fright Corner’ and ‘The Screaming Woods,’ lovers of creepy tales can be sure they are in for a treat. The following descriptions were taken from a recent newspaper, the reporter was able to identify 15 ghosts, so its spectral population is still growing.
1. The Highwayman at The Crossroads
With a name like Fright Corner, it is unsurprising this road is the location of one of the ghosts who is said to make a regular appearance. For it is believed a highwayman was killed here in the 18th century, after fighting with with those in charge of keeping the peace in the village. His ghost appears at the crossroads, pinned to an oak tree by the very sword that slew him.
2. The Hanged Man
It might look like the perfect place for a sedate country stroll but if stories are to be believed Dicky Buss's Lane is anything but. It is claimed people walking the lane have encountered the phantom of a man hanging from a tree. He is said to be the spirit of a poor teacher, who took his life following World War One, his body was found by Dicky, the miller, who lived nearby, and so the lane was named after him.
3. Cries at The Brickworks
People say they have heard shrieking from the old Brickworks, these terrifying sounds are claimed to be made by the spectre of an unfortunate worker who met his end there, when he was crushed to death by a wall of clay.
4. A Coach and Four
The sound of ghostly horses hooves are said to chill the blood of the people living in the village. Visions of a carriage pulled by four horses is said to haunt Maltman's Hill, according to locals. A babysitter even reported seeing the coach, describing a light pouring from its windows as horses pulled it along the street. And back in 1997 one driver almost crashed when he heard the clatter of hooves on cobbles as he drove through the area.
5. The Lady in the graveyard
Its seems almost inevitable that one of Pluckley’s haunted locations should be its cemetery, for there are few locations as eerie as a graveyard. Lady Dering was buried here in the 12th century in a coffin made of lead with a red rose placed on its top. There have been sightings of her - she is known as the Red Lady after the rose she still bears - wandering among the graves, wailing while she searches for the resting place of her stillborn baby.
6. Menacing monk
With a name like ‘Greystones’ one would expect a house to be imposing and threatening - this one also has its own ghost for good measure. Built in 1863 it was originally called Rectory Cottage, as it was the home of the rector of nearby St Nicholas Church. Another of its residents was said to be the ghost of a monk. However, since it was renamed Greystones, the monk seems to have hidden himself away.
7. Gypsy ghost
Pinnock Bridge is said to be the haunt of an old Gyspy woman, who made her living selling watercress she collected from the stream below. She has been spotted sitting on the bridge. It's believed to be where she lost her life after being accidentally burned to death, when ash from her pipe ignited her clothes. She appears as a misty figure, who never speaks - but simply sits there smoking her tobacco.
8. Pub ghouls
The old pub ‘The Blacksmith's Arms’ boasted not one, but three, ghosts. Previously called both ‘The Spectre's Arms’ and ‘The Ghost's Arms,’ because of the many hauntings, and strange things that went on there. Among the figures who have been seen in the pub were a Tudor maid, a coachman who gazes longingly at the fire in the public bar, and a Cavalier wandering around the upstairs rooms.
9. Misty miller
Richard 'Dicky' Buss - who had a lane named after him - was believed to haunt the village's ruined and abandoned, windmill, The Pinnocks. The mill closed in 1930 and nine years later was destroyed in a storm when it was struck by lightning.
However, it was believed Dicky’s misty spirit could be seen for many years, appearing on stormy nights, walking about the remains of the building. Sadly there is nothing to be seen of the windmill today.
10. Thieving spirits
The Black Horse also has its fair share of ghosts but they are a shy set of spirits, for while they are cheeky, they are never actually seen. The pub, which used to be a farmhouse belonging to the local bailiff, was surrounded by a moat. Today it is famous for things magically disappearing from right in front of people. But these spooks possess a conscience, as a few days after the items disappear, they turn up again.
11. The white lady
A lady in white was said to stalk the library of her old family home, Surrenden Dering. The grand house was destroyed in a blaze in 1952 but her spirit was reportedly seen by staff from the US Embassy, who used the property as a base between the two World Wars. One man even held an all night vigil one Christmas Eve, when the lady in white appeared, he shot at her ghost with his rifle, before she vanished through a wall.
12. The Colonel
Park Wood has been largely cleared today, though it is still possible to see small copses, that hint at it existence. It was said that the ghost of a Colonel - who took his own life - can be seen wandering amongst the trees. He is still spotted occasionally.
13. A Poisonous End
Rose Court is a 250 year old house, it looks like the quintessential, quaint, English cottage, however it hides a very troubled past. One of the former ladies of the property was said to have taken her own life by eating a handful of poisonous berries. Her apparition is still reported to this day.
14. A Haunted Hunting Lodge
The Derring Arms is yet another haunted pub (how many does one village need!) It used to be a hunting lodge, and is said to be home to the ghost of a woman wearing a bonnet. She has been seen by many customers and her figure is so clear, she is often mistaken for a real customer.
15. Screaming Woods
Finally, there's the chillingly named ‘Screaming Woods.’ Only the truly brave walk here at night, as visitors tell of a terrible screeching and howling that issues from amongst the trees. Fortunately, no one has yet seen the thing that makes the noises.
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog my friend, hopefully you are not too scared and will be able to sleep soundly tonight. However if you feel you need more chills, I enclose a link to a video, where the wonderful Richard O’Brien narrates some of Pluckley’s ghostly tales.
Stay Spooky.
Folklore - The Legend of Trollers Gill.
Trollers Gill - beware…
In North Yorkshire, England, not far from the village of Skyreholme, is a limestone gorge or gill, known locally as Trollers Gill. The name Trollers comes from troll and ears 'arse', so the name can be translated as Trolls Arse (very cheeky.) Arse was usually used to descibe a buttock shaped hill. The Gorge is about half a mile long and has a few caves, the deepest of which is ominously named ‘Hell Hole.’
With a name like Trollers Gill, one would expect there to be stories of Trolls haunting the region, and you would not be disappointed. Local Folklore tells of a clan of these monsters making their home here - an unpleasant lot - they would push boulders down onto any unsuspecting travellers journeying through the gorge.
But there is another even more sinister legend attached to this landmark, for it is also said to be the dwelling place of a mythical Black dog (Barghest.) This terrifying creature is capable of turning any unsuspecting person to stone with one look. He is described as having long hair, big eyes, as large as saucers, which burn flaming red in the darkness.
The following tale about the spectral Black dog was said to have been recorded in 1881.
The story runs that a man who lived in the area decided to spend a night in the Gill to witness the barghest for himself. One windy moonlit night he set off down the winding ravine, as he crept into the dark depths of the ravine he heard the shout” Forbear”. This did not daunt him and he walked on until he came to a huge Yew tree, where no light penetrated. Under the tree he drew a circle on the ground, chanted charms of protection and kissed the damp ground three times. He then called on the fearsome beast to appear. At once a howling wind blew up and fire flashed from the rocks as the barghest appeared and attacked the unfortunate man – his protective circle having no power to repel the creature. His body was discovered later by a shepherd with mysterious marks on his breast that had not come from the hand of man.
Devil dogs are present throughout the United Kingdom, with many places having stories about these terrifying creatures, each area has its own name for the beast, in Lancashire it is called ‘Striker’, and in East Anglia it is known as ‘Black Shuck’. I will most certainly be visiting a few more of these canine terrors in the future.
Thank you for taking the time to read this post my friend, I will leave you with a link to an old folksong about this legend. Stay Spooky.
Crows and Shadows - A Update on Book Two of the Wendlelow Mysteries.
Otto the dog takes some time out of his daily nap to give the new book his sniff of approval.
Hello there my friends, it has been a while since I did an update on my next book, and now that the chaos of Christmas has passed us by I finally have the opportunity to provide you with some information.
The second book in the Wendlelow Mysteries - which is going to be a series of three books - was originally being produced under the working title ‘A Crow’s Scream’ and was set to be released in October 2024. Well that date has well and truly passed, and sadly there has been no sign of any Crows, screaming or otherwise, from yours truly.
I can only apologise for this.
The delay is mainly due to the complexity of tying the stories together so that they tell one overarching tale, much as ‘Fireside Horror’ did. After reviewing the book it was clear some stories did not work in it, and some new ones would also need to be written to better bind the overall narrative together.
Well the good news is that all the stories are written, the book has been fully created, including some internal art work (See Gallery,) and I am currently in the process of giving the thing a final read through before sending it to my editor. In short the new book which is now going under the title ‘Threads of Shadow’ is merely a few short months away from release.
Threads of Shadow will see the return of some old characters, the arrival and possible departure of some new ones, as well as a host of new threats to trouble the little Shropshire town of Wendlelow.
I will keep you posted when I have more information., in the meantime you can enjoy the audio version of ‘Fireside Horror’ narrated by the talented voice actor Aubrey Parsons, who does a wonderful job of bringing the characters to life. link to Audio book below.