Heol fanog what lies beneath?

BEHIND THE BIG CRIME

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

A spooky experience as a teenager made me determined to gather proof of the paranormal.

Sue Harragin has a clutch of old black-and-white photographs which, though not in any way exceptional, offer a beguiling glimpse into everyday life at her moorland cottage some 70 years ago. The neat

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

Dick Waters recalls moments that make the hairs stand on the back of your neck