Category: Night

The Hauntings

‘Come back,’ she said. I turned. There was no-one there. There never is. The voice comes at odd times with no real pattern or purpose. Like the visions of her, the mirages, the sightings – whatever you want to call them. They happen in various places both inside the house and outside it. I have seen her - and heard her - at different times and places from the attic rooms down to the cellar, along the remnants of the smugglers’ tunnel, as well as along the cliff and down on the beach. She speaks as if she knows I…

Continue reading →

Not His Story

Jake stood back, a little to one side of the left-hand margin. It paid to be cautious these days. He studied the page carefully, ready for action if it was necessary. He risked taking a few steps closer. It looked like an ordinary paragraph from here. But these days stories started quite fast. That opening paragraph could contain anything from a poisonous letter in a non-descript envelope to a whole cadre of suicidal terrorists. Jake wasn’t fooled easily. It looked like an innocent paragraph, maybe even containing some scene-setting description. But you couldn’t be too careful. Jake was – as…

Continue reading →

The House of Ill-Repute

‘So, what can I do for you… gentlemen?’ The woman stood arms folded just inside the doorway. Sergeant Henk looked over his shoulder. The rest of the squad sidled away from the doorway towards the corner of the street. Sergeant Henk glanced over his other shoulder. ‘Sir?’ ‘What now, Henk?’ The new captain sauntered across the road from under the tree where he was sheltering to keep the rain off his new breastplate. The captain’s armour shone, even in the flickering light from the torches outside the house. Mrs Granch… er… the lady of the house wants to know what…

Continue reading →

One Last Time Around

It was dark. Dark and wet. Although, by now the rain had stopped. It was chilly too, now that summer was turning slowly into winter. ‘It’s dark.’ ‘Yes,’ Signaur agreed. ‘And wet.’ ‘Yes.’ Signaur hissed. ‘I’m supposed to be being quiet.’ ‘Sorry.’ ‘It’s-‘ Signaur turned. ‘Who are you?’ He turned a bit more. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Ah.’ ‘Ah. What’s that supposed to mean?’ ‘It means,’ said the voice from somewhere in the shadows of the alleyway, ‘that it is not quite that simple.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Signaur peered into the darkness and saw more darkness. ‘Who are you?’ ‘That’s…

Continue reading →

Ingar was a Shadow

She walked only in the shadows and held the secrets of the darkness in her hands. She could take the night and wrap it around herself, becoming a deeper darkness in the deeper shadows of the night. She knew how to move so her passing was a cool night time breeze from an open window, or the chill of the frost as it settled down on a winter’s night. When she met the people, she was sent to meet; they died in the night as calmly and as quietly as their own one last sleeping breath. Ingar was a Shadow.…

Continue reading →

How the Years Lost Our Secrets

Back then, there were secrets. I could see it in her eyes, that momentary hesitation before she spoke. Of course, we both lied, often to ourselves more than to each other. Somehow, though, that time passed, the lies faded, and those secrets were hidden away as we tried to forget them. Occasionally a memory, a thought of other times, other places, other women, would cross my mind. Sometimes too, I saw Fiona staring off into the distance as if some memory lay on the horizon and she was wondering whether to acknowledge it, or let it sail away from this…

Continue reading →

The Washed-Out World

Ella remembered too many of those pale dreams that floated through her nights. All those washed out landscapes like some pale watercolour world. The low mists that hugged the pale green valleys and the riders on grey horses that galloped with mist-muted hoofs through all her dreams. She wondered why she only dreamed of the one place, the one time. From the little she knew or cared about other people’s dreams she knew their dreams were not like hers. Except, of course, for those times when the knight with his pale, almost white shaggy blond hair and unkempt hair threw…

Continue reading →

Guard Duty

Maybe there was a time when a woman walked alone along the ramparts of this castle in the evenings as the sun set over the far blue hills. Maybe she did stop and stand at one particular place on these walls. Maybe she stood at the place above where the road from the castle gates passed through the ramshackle hovels of the village. Perhaps she looked down at the village as it spread out along the road away from the shelter of the castle. Maybe she did stare out at that road, watching the distance where it met the horizon.…

Continue reading →

Out of Those Shadows Grew Demons and Gods

Shadows fall across this world. A silent creeping of darkness that hides all we do not see, all we turn away from. We know the shadows and dark places are dangerous. There is a fear that lurks in those shadowed corners that has haunted us from times long before we knew what it was to be human. There are things there that take the shape of those creatures of nightmare. Waiting there, waiting for us to remember them. They take shape out of memory and out of darkness. Their edges are a darker darkness that our minds and memories give…

Continue reading →

A Secret of the Dark Places

This world, though, has so many dark places. It has secrets hidden in the shadows, in those dark corners where no light ever falls. There something moves and grows as it waits for the night to fall. There something lurks, nursing its hunger and waiting to take its revenge on the light and the beings that live beyond the shadows. It is an old creature, older than so much else. It has seen so much, and it has forgotten so much. It is eternal, a creature that grows and changes as it feeds and it has never found anything to…

Continue reading →