The Bluecap: The Mine Spirit of the North Who Expected to Be Paid for His Work
A light-blue flame flickers into existence somewhere in the darkness of the tunnel. It moves with purpose, settling on a […]
A light-blue flame flickers into existence somewhere in the darkness of the tunnel. It moves with purpose, settling on a […]
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,
In the Carron Valley west of Falkirk, half hidden by forestry commission land at the edge of a reservoir, a
A farmer steps outside on an ordinary morning to find a cow standing motionless in the field. No visible wound.
Three barks. That is all the warning you get. The first means the Cù-Sìth has caught your scent somewhere out
Friday the 13th of March, 1970. Within two hours of a single television broadcast, hundreds of people climbed the gates
George Cheetham had finally had enough. The disturbances in his house had gone on for months, and now his family’s
On the evening of 17 April 1976, two sisters on a family holiday ran screaming from the churchyard of St
A shepherd is walking through a valley in North Wales when he notices the livestock have stopped grazing. The river