Freaky Folk Tales reaches 1000 WordPress and 5000 Facebook followers!

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Freaky Folk Tales reaches 1000 WordPress and 5000 Facebook followers! A massive thank you to you all 🙂

My first collection of ghostly tales is now available for Kindle:

GHOSTS AND OTHER SUPERNATURAL GUESTS

US – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FY82PXI
UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00FY82PXI
and all other Amazon international sites.

My latest tale, THE CURIOUS CASE OF THE BLOODLESS VAMPIRE-KISS is available here…

https://freakyfolktales.wordpress.com/2013/10/31/the-curious-case-of-the-bloodless-vampire-kiss/

Regards, P. J. Hodge

A call to the altar

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I had visited the house as a boy and such was its impact that my mind knew it well. It now stood with a timbered stoop, inching towards decrepitude, thrusting itself in parts against the underscored weeds that told a tale of storm and gale.

It was inhabited by two aging spinsters, with whom I had some dealings, and who invited me to join them, to dine and engage with their circle of friends. I well recall my walk up to the old place. It led me up a sloped lane, formidably inclined, that near wore out the leather of my shoes, and lined with beeches, to the summit which broadened out into an avenue that led to the Chase.

A splendid autumn afternoon was reaching the zenith of its bloom; the year dying with more than a hint of decadence, wrapping itself in its gorgeous robes like a high priest. On arriving at my destination the sun had softened its hold of the day, and had already dipped below the horizon, the eastern front of the house projecting an ominous black shadow at its foot. What was there in its greying facade that reminded me of the grave I cannot say; but it was indeed more than just a fleeting sense of foreboding for it never waned in the hours I remained there.

I traversed the threshold like a schoolboy forced into the care of some hideous matron; and soon, having dressed for dinner, a servant escorted me to an upper chamber, where I was left — as far as I could tell — entirely alone. No sooner had he left me than I became aware of a weird and discordant sound in the room — a sort of shuddering sound, one that I could only describe as “suppressed dread”. Continue reading