No light, no sound

foggy bridge

Cold and damp, fog comes creeping, Blanketing the harbor beneath a shroud of grey. Silently eerie, shadows veil the fae. Wee folk dance mortals into a frenzy, Faster and faster, a delirious ballet. Spinning, twirling, the world falls away. Light and sound reason betrays.

Fowl deeds

water fowl

  Goodwood Duxford tales... A night like this didn’t happen often, but Goodwood Duxford, caretaker and ghost wrangler at Gramberly Cemetery, could not return two of his wandering spirits back to their final resting place. Despite his annoyance, Goody had to chuckle when he thought of the Judson Brothers, and their “final rest.” Gramberly’s most … Continue reading Fowl deeds