Tagged Ghost Story

The Brooch

After weeks of wind and rain today was perfect, still and dry. The nearby turbines stood motionless, like bleached white skeletons against the dark sky. As ever the dog stood close by its owner panting softly. Occasionally a bird spiralled skywards startled by something unseen. Standing by the edge of the wood at the corner of the field overlooking the valley, Bill expected one of two things would happen. He was a superstitious man, a believer in good and evil. Gods and ghosts. That type of thing. It all made perfect sense to him. One month before he had found the…

A Cold Room

“OK stop there Frank. We don’t do surnames around here, your first name will do”, said the man in the black suit. The unimposing room was cold and poorly lit. Two chairs, a table, a small electric heater working flat-out without making much difference. Frank sat on his uncomfortable wooden seat facing the man who had introduced himself as Jake. A stern-faced young man. He just sat looking at frank, as if trying to work him out. “Where am I? said Frank. “The afterlife of course”, said Jake. That was awkward, not least because it meant Frank was now dead. That…

The MV Lyubov Orlava

A rotten rusting hulk losing its balky battle twixt water, air and iron plate drawn day by day ever closer toward the briny deep. The string quartet plays a mournful tune echoing around the listing listless ship, broken furniture and shards of glass litter the wretched cabaret lounge. The swimming pool rocks and rolls with stinking green Adams ale, cabins are cold dark desolate rat holes. The cruise to nowhere never ending drifting, lost forever to the eyes of man. From the maelstrom of Antarctica to peace in a Newfoundland harbour tethered to a quiet dock awaiting annihilation at the hands…

Listen To Your Wife

I hated those dolls, hundreds of them all over the house. Some small, others as big as a child. We’d been married for ten years my wife loved them, she had collected them all of her life. They were everywhere. On chairs, shelves, even the bed. Quaintly dressed china dolls. I found it hard to even set foot in my home. I had enough one day and just put them all into boxes. She went ballistic. “Where are my babies what have you done with them”? Her babies! We argued for hours, the dolls came back out. Their mean little…

The Restaurant Corridor

I stop puzzled, turning slowly this is crazy. I came out of that door, the toilet I’m sure of it. Maye I’m having a funny turn, too much booze. I have been to a restaurant with a group of friends. I can remember everything. The job, house, car, children. All of it but I feel so disorientated. Where was I? that was it in the corridor of the restaurant. I’d used the toilet and then we were going home. I just can’t find the door back to the restaurant. I turn to go back I can’t find the door that I’ve…

Carousel

“Help I can’t get off” A child’s voice was calling outside in the darkness. It was early and the morning was cold with a veil of mist all around, autumn was setting in. The voice had woken Bob, surely someone else could hear it. The cries for help persisted. Bob quickly dressed and left his room in a hurry, concerned. By now the cries for help seemed further away, further down the street, Bob followed the sound peering through the early morning half-light until he reached a small park. He never expected what he saw, the strangest thing. A carousel,…

The Red Door

What a day! It started like any other. Shower, breakfast and out of the door to work. As I left my apartment things got a little weird, I found a letter outside my door. It seemed genuine with my address on it and a name, Molly Baxter in big letters. That’s me if you were wondering. Inside there were just three things an address, directions and an old key. That was it! What’s a girl to do, I was completely intrigued? It wouldn’t harm to take a look; it might shed some light on things. It turned out it wasn’t too far from…

One English Pound

One whole English pound was a lot of money to find. It meant my day of fun at the movies could last a little longer. I don’t even remember what I went to see. I can’t be sure it was such a long time ago. I have seen so many movies since then some good, some bad and others I just can’t remember. It could have been ‘Tora, Tora, Tora’ or ‘The Poseidon Adventure’ or was it ‘Fiddler on The Roof’. They were all good. The ones I didn’t like were the horror ones ‘Carrie’, ‘Friday The 13th’, those kind…

Fe, Esperanza Y Caridad

The Esperanza lay in her berth in the old, picturesque fishing port of Fornells. Situated on the wild and rugged north coast of Menorca. A beautiful sand coloured rocky island rising out of the crystal blue Mediterranean. The Esperanza was a beautiful boat painted white and blue, rocking gently with ropes and cables knocking against her tall white mast. No one quite remembered when she had arrived or who had been on-board. Some of the oldest residents in town remembered an old fisherman called Jose who could be seen painting and maintaining the boat for many years. He had not been seen in recent times and…

Coral Beach

Jack Jameson had wanted to visit Coral Beach for years, he was widely travelled but had never visited the rugged and remote north coast of Scotland before. This was the chance he had been waiting for, a two-year posting to a nuclear research facility at Anstrachon on a wild northern headland. He had been working in the field of nuclear fusion physics since he left university and loved it but stayed sane by spending every spare hour out of the laboratory walking, swimming, cycling. Pretty much anything that would take him outdoors. He was so looking forward to his time at this facility. He was delighted…