The Travelling Bag: And Other Ghostly Stories

  ''Dark everywhere. Creepers grew up the windows. Even in summer, darkness.Candles. Torches on window ledges, with dead flies and beetles and tarnished silver dishes.The old men died there. Preserved. Time wrap, like a fairy story. Thickets and thorns grew round. Light coming through the windows, filtered through leaves and branches, green, as if were under sea.''

The Travelling Bag: A dark story of a war between scientists, obsession, injustice and revenge.

Boy Number Twenty-One: A lonely boy with a highly problematic family befriends a new classmate. But Andreas is mysterious, almost elusive and a school trip to Cloten Hall reveals a haunting past.

Alice Baker: There is a new co-worker in the office and she is quite bizarre. Silent, observant, speaking in riddles. Soon, a strange odour starts disturbing her colleagues and unexplained phenomena escalate into a dubious crescendo. This story was simply perfect and had a Shirley Jackson atmosphere.

The Front Room: A family takes a Sunday sermon far too seriously and invites a ghastly old lady into their house. What follows is a nightmare in one of the most terrifying and excruciatingly irritating stories I've ever read!

''Every morning mist rose and hung over the river after a cold night and when it runed milder for a day or two, the choking fog rolled over the city, muffling sounds, blurring the outlines of buildings and tasting fol in the mouth and nostrils, so that everyone went about with their faces half-covered in mufflers.. Braziers burned at the street corners, where the hot chestnut and potato sellers rubbed hands stiff and blue with cold. Traffic crawled along the Strand to Fleet Street, headlamps looming like great hazy moons out of the mist.''

Printer's Devil Court: A bunch of stinking atheists, wannabe-doctors dismiss The Ressurection of Lazarus and try to bring the dead back to life. What they get is what they deserve.

‘Tell me', I said, ‘I will try to help you. Are you looking for a particular grave? That of a parent perhaps? A loved one? Let us look together, though we had really better do it in the daylight.'She sank to the ground and bent her head. ‘My own...' she said.'