Mrs. Henshaw, grey-haired and ancient before her time, resting her rheumatic twig fingers in her pinny lap, sat facing a large wall mirror and rocked the gloom away.

Inspired by a prompt from seasoned writer Ashley R. Lister, The Book follows the fortunes of John a keen bibliophile, but general failure at everything else. Over several days John finds his life intertwined with one very special piece of literature.

What happened that day saved my life, and there is no way I would call what happened there a small tragedy

Was this the reason his store had seen such a sudden decline in sales? And if so, what was so special about this new wave of bobbleheads?

It wasn’t fury that vitalised Hannah, it was loss, grief even – though heaven knows she shouldn’t be the one grieving. But she couldn’t bear him just carrying on without her.

Scary bedtime story about a mother and daughter's night-time journey home.

Kendlemyre Hall is simply spectacular – I still can’t believe I get to live and work on an estate that has been here for hundreds of years.

It was his underneath place, the place where he came to bury his jars.

The abandoned subway was the subject of an urban myth: the Ghost Train. There were many versions of the tale. They often involved witches, ax-murderers, faeries, or sometimes a combination of the three.

My first great love was Seraina Gadient, the flower girl, as we called her then. I had just turned fifteen when I realized with horror that I had a massive crush on her.