What lay beneath

Finally reaching the island, Beth realised something was very wrong

IT was with some reluctance that I visited the Society of Antiquaries with Miss Bruton, that day in 1941. Under normal circumstances, the Society would be a favoured destination for me, but I was awar

NICK and I had fallen out. There was another girl. Before he left, I tried to read the expression in his eyes. Shame? Sadness? But I could see nothing. “When will I see you again?” I asked, my voice b

Just where did all the weird ghosts go is a question that has been posed in Fortean Times. One answer might be Wales. Ghost hunter John Harries declared, “In order to meet a Welsh ghost one really nee

I have always loved a good ghost story or tale of paranormal activity. As a kid, I would borrow books from the library about the famous ghost hunters, such as Harry Price, or read the great ghost stor

House-hunting led me down a spooky path