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“You’re going to find buried treasure. You’re going to dig up something very very precious.” It had been my wife Claire’s idea to go to Madame Svitlana, the ‘fortune teller of fortune tellers’ as it said outside her tent. This flamboyant old lady had been the whole shebang: closeted in a tiny tent at the…
“Harry, I’ve just had this marvellous idea! Will you murder my husband? I love you so much, and I reckon it’s the only way we can be together.” Wow! I mean, just wow! I was in bed with Lipstick Linda, mesmerised by the crow’s feet under her eyes which were more noticeable today, as were…
“He’s dead!” I heard the man’s upper-class accent declaiming loudly, felt myself being prodded and pushed, someone holding my wrist and fiddling around with my shirt, pressing something cold on my chest. Yet I couldn’t open my eyes or speak or even move a muscle. “Yes, I’m very sorry, there’s no doubt about it, your…
“I really don’t want to go, it’ll be awful!” “Come on mate, the music of the sixties is great – and it’s only one evening.” Thinking back to those days of the early 2000s I was wondering once again why I had never married or settled into a steady relationship. Oh well, I’ve lost hope…
“Get a job you idle bastard!” So saying, the tall man in the pinstriped suit ripped the tin of beer from the beggar’s hands and poured it all over his face and shirt. Then he tipped over his paper cup full of change, and finally kicked him hard in the stomach, causing the poor man…
“Oh thank Goodness, what a relief! I can’t believe you’re still alive!” My son clung to me, pulling me close, his face against my chest, and tears ran down his face, soaking into my shirt. He was completely hysterical. “Oh Dad, Dad! Thank heavens,” my daughter-in-law Sarah joined in the lament, taking Tom’s place, clutching…
As I looked into the eyes of the old man with the big white moustache, I felt a wave of love and kindness emanating from him and experienced a strange sensation of comfort and joy. And also, a gut-churning shiver of unadulterated fear. Yet I’d never met him before and had no idea who he…
Ingram Hall was the most haunted house in Great Britain. As such, it attracted visitors from all over the world, because its ghosts and poltergeists were legion and newspapers reported on the happenings, as did TV reporters, who’d spent countless hours ‘ghost hunting’, often getting incredible footage of flying dinner plates, tables lifting up and…
“I can’t do it anymore! I’ve tried and tried and tried but I just can’t manage it. I feel like killing myself!” “Don’t be a jackass,” my friend and agent, Larry Taglin told me, his arm around my shoulders giving me a reassuring squeeze. “Steve, pal, did you think you’d go on doing it until…
All I could see was my friend Harry, straining to lift up the huge piece of rock, murderous hatred in his eyes as he prepared to smash it down onto my face to kill me. I was lying at the bottom of the mountain, in a gulley, in agony, unable to move because it…