Tag: Ghost Stories

April 5, 2019

There was darkness, thick and inky, all around me. And there were other things in the darkness with me. I felt their fingers, or claws, tearing at me, it was the most awful sensation I’ve ever known.

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December 10, 2017

Part Three “What do you make of that Padre Simonstone?” Joyce picking up a previous…