Showing posts from July, 2009

Much Cackling... is not a village in Somerset

There's a place called Wookey Hole*, and this week they recruited a witch. Not a 'proper' witch, but a witch to give the place the authentic feel of a cynosure of dark forces and so on. Something for the kiddies, in other words. Though looking at the successful applicant, 'Carla Calamity', I suspect there's also 'something for the dads' going on here. Ms Calamity, aka Carole Bohanan, is a former estate agent, and is therefore moving down the career ladder, at least with regard to evil deeds, tee-hee. You can see a fairly detailed report with more pictures here . She has a good hat, though but. I always think witches should have decent headgear, though apparently the only formal job requirements were an ability to cackle and no allergy to cats. *Wookey Hole is only rude if you are a Star Wars fan. And are rude thinking, obviously.

Vote, vote, vote...

People are voting for their favourite story in ST15. I'm not giving anything away by saying that Huw Langridge is currently winning, with his cracking tale of strange doings by the seaside, 'Last Train to Tassenmere'. It's early days yet. So, readers, get voting. Only a few have bothered so far. But if you have an opinion, why not make it known? 

Lovecraftian Interrogation

Not by a creature with tentacles, no - by John Humphreys, one of those grumpy old men on the telly. I meant to post this ages ago. I thought she did rather well. How many did you get right? No cheating...

Buy Some Haunted History!

Forgot to mention in my last post that some of the Haunted History booklets from Swan River Press can be purchased from the authors via PayPal. The place to go is here . The booklets are as interesting as they are diverse. To summarise my review in ST15 - Gary McMahon's Brutal Spirits is about a haunting in the horrible 'Get Carter' car park in Gateshead, which is currently being demolished - and not before time. The Nanri Papers by Edward Crandall is a must-have for anyone who - like me - loves those crazy Japanese ghost movies set in high schools. The Red House at Munstereifel , by Helen Grant, is different again. Here we have a collection of papers about old-time witch mania in Germany. Authentic? You, the reader, must decide!

Haunted History

In ST15 I mention the series of Haunted History booklets printed by Brian J. Showers over in Dublin. I claimed that they are out of print, mostly, but this is not strictly true. Some can still be obtained from the various authors. Peter Bell in York has some copies of his fascinating 'On the Apparitions at Gray's Court'. These apparitions occurred at a fascinating and very characterful old building that Peter worked in and was kind enough to show me not so long ago. He informs me that booklets cost five pounds each, including postage and packing. If you want to get in touch with Peter his email address is:

I get email and even real letters about stuff!

First, the sort of unalloyed praise I thrive on (hint, hint). Dear David, Just to say congratulations on the excellent ST 15 and I am so glad you have recovered from the eye operation, which must have been a very stressful time. All the best, Jane Jakeman. Jane is a writer of historical mystery novels. Her story 'The Demon Lover' will be appearing in ST very soon. Well, soon-ish. Next up, an American in Dublin puts me straight about what may the most complex publishing venture EVAH! David, Supernatural Tales 15 arrived this morning! Many thanks for the review of the Haunted History series! I will forward your kind words on to the writers. Do you mind if I use snippets of the review on my website where applicable? Just a few comments: I don't think any of the booklets are "out of print"--the ones that don't appear for sale on my website were only ever obtainable privately through the authors. (Although I have seen some of the other titles appear in

Saltwell Park 2

More from Kate Rusby, too - a reprise of 'Village Green' and a rather sad farewell to England. Odd choice for a celebration of a park, you may think, but who am I to judge? The point is that this time you see a bit more of the many interesting features. I really must buy a decent camera.

Old School

Gradually the embers grew paler; the figures in the tapestry more shadowy; the columned and curtained bed loomed out vaguer; the room seemed to fill with greyness; and my eyes wandered to the mullioned bow-window, beyond whose panes, between whose heavy stone-work, stretched a greyish-brown expanse of sere and sodden park grass, dotted with big oaks; while far off, behind a jagged fringe of dark Scotch firs, the wet sky was suffused with the blood-red of the sunset. Between the falling of the raindrops from the ivy outside, there came, fainter or sharper, the recurring bleating of the lambs separated from their mothers, a forlorn, quavering, eerie little cry. Vernon Lee: 'Oke of Okehurst'

My Local Park

A vital insight into my fascinating life. The music is performed by Kate Rusby, but of course it was Ray Davies who wrote it. Gosh, we English are so quirky. I like walking in the park when the weather is reasonable. At the moment it is flipping mental, with torrential rain and hail today. Good grief. Right, back to the envelopes.

Life is but a groaning shadow...

New book, new book! Paul Finch, whose work has appeared in ST and is therefore officially good, has a new book out. It's from Grey Friar Press.