An Adventure in Wootton: A Tale of Eldritch Terror

‘Tis strange that on the fifth of March 1766, though having enjoy’d London for little less than a month after my travels upon the Continent, I awoke with a curious resolution to see the North Country. Breakfasted alone and occupied myself with Mr. Walpole’s romance of ‘Otranto’ but could not shake the notion. Indeed, once… Continue reading An Adventure in Wootton: A Tale of Eldritch Terror


The Devil’s Hand: A Scottish Tale

"The solemn bell of the grandfather clock in the downstairs hall tolled the hour, the eleven echoing reverberations reaching even into the closed upper chamber where three figures were seated about a round wooden table."