One week to go until Christmas! Tired of shopping, Slade, and stuffing your face? Then take a break and curl up in front of the fire with a few of my Christmas ghost stories. From 21st to 25th my short story collection Something was Stirring will be free to download onto your kindle. Featuring all … More Christmas horror giveaway
It’s that time of year again! Trees indoors, presents, mulled wine, and horror stories, of course. The grand tradition of telling scary stories goes all the way from the Victorian period (Dickens, Blackwood and others) and on down the line to Gremlins. Last year, in the spirit of the season, I released a small book … More Something was Stirring
Hera sat beneath the reindeer skeleton. It was made of aluminium and flashing fairy lights; its innards were red and gold baubles. It towered three metres above, from bolted-down hoof to the tip of its great antlers, where the electric cable fed into the window of the department store. And in the space between its … More The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
McKinney got the football for Christmas. It arrived on the 24th, last post till after New Year. John got chocolate and a card. He ate half the bar in one go, then gave the rest away, brick by brick. He kept the card under his tin hat. They sang hymns that morning, Christmas Day. They … More War is Over
I was in New York last December on holiday. Following both guide book recommendations and obvious curiosity I visited McSorley’s Old Ale House on East 7th Street in Manhattan. There’s no relation here, just coincidence. Inside, it hasn’t changed much since John McSorley (my father’s name, another coincidence) opened it in 1854. The unvarnished wooden … More Folktale of New York
Unfortunately, Pista was also a weedy kid. He was poor, wore ragged second-hand clothes, had sallow skin like a Romani, had no parents, and lived in the orphanage on Rubik Utca in the eighth district. Each of these alone was reason enough to make him a target. But, unfortunately, Pista was also a weedy kid. … More Miracle on Rubik Utca
Ho! Ho! Ho! In the sprit of the season I’m releasing a free ebook of Christmas horror stories. In a tradition that dates back to the Victorians – and mostly carried on today in films – people would gather around the fireplace on Christmas Eve and terrify each other with tales of ghosts and goblins … More Something was Stirring: Seasonal Tales of Horror
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