GROWING up in a mansion house in Ireland, writer Gabrielle Mullarkey would drift off to sleep with the sheets pulled up to her eyes as nocturnal noises echoed through the old building. Often, the stai

I’ve lived in fear of Dad’s mystery killer for decades. Now it’s their turn to be scared

SARAH DITUM

During the 1960s, I lived on a farm on the outskirts of Huddersfield. One night something happened to a friend and me which we were unable to explain. The farm was at the top of a hill and there were

All night?” Mark’s eyes widened behind his NHS specs. “You’re not scared, are you?” Ryan teased, but with a friendly smile. “Of course I’m not scared!” Mark puffed out his chest. “But I don’t think Mu

CAMILLE gulped down her cup of coffee, snatched up her keys and hurriedly hauled back the living room curtains. It wasn’t like her to oversleep, and of course it had to be this morning, when she had a