Spring Heeled Jack: The Leaping Devil That Terrorised Victorian London for Sixty Years
A candle flame gutters in a doorway on a February night in 1838. A man in a heavy cloak is […]
A candle flame gutters in a doorway on a February night in 1838. A man in a heavy cloak is […]
You wake in the night with a toothache so severe you cannot think around it. The pain is specific, precise,
The water is 230 metres deep in places. It holds more fresh water than all the lakes of England and
Somewhere in a field in rural Scotland, a corner was left unploughed. Not by accident. Not through laziness. By design.
A light-blue flame flickers into existence somewhere in the darkness of the tunnel. It moves with purpose, settling on a
At the edge of the living world, where the rivers of the dead run dark and the ferryman takes only
You are walking home late from the pub, the road dark and the night quiet, when you hear hooves behind
Somewhere on a dark road in the west of Ireland, a rider appears from the mist. He is moving fast,
Cut off one head and two grow back. Cut off two and four replace them. The swamps of Lerna smelled
In the Carron Valley west of Falkirk, half hidden by forestry commission land at the edge of a reservoir, a