“Pob lwc.” the elder of Saint Joseph’s had wished me, after his strange warning. I presumed he meant for my first Mas...

”Beware the Bwgan Fawr.” the old Vicar sighed. “Every chapel has to have its ‘Ysbryd capel’…” “Its chapel ghost?” th...

Idyllic farmhouse? Well, appearances can be deceiving, I suppose. If the For Sale sign in front had said, "Abandon a...

The day it burned down my mother locked herself in her room and wouldn't take any visitors. "Mom, come out of there...

The zombies beat upon the door to the church. The flowering vines clung to the brink walls like dead man's fingers, w...