The Strange Inheritance – Part Seven – A Multiple Word Prompt Story

I have been writing this creepy horror story for a while now and I hope to write the final part in time for Halloween. This is the next bit.

If you’d like to start reading it from the beginning, here is the first bit:

This story contains the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Fierce

Jennifer had forgotten that tonight was Halloween until Mrs Ponsomby had mentioned it. For some reason, it gave her quite a jolt, sending a shiver that she felt gradually creep down her spine. The already grim atmosphere in the house seemed to increase. Despite the fact that it was still daylight outside, she got up and turned on the lamp on a nearby table.

The additional light made her feel fractionally better. The bulb flickered and buzzed in its old-fashioned leather lampshade. moth-eaten gold tassels hung around the edge, in keeping with the general shabbiness. Most of the books lining the shelves showed the damage of the years. A damp patch on the ceiling threatened further damage to come, and this was one of the better rooms in the dilapidated old ruinous house. The sooner they tore it down the better, as far as she was concerned.

“Well, just one more night and then the money will all be ours,” she said to herself. She wasn’t by nature a particularly money oriented person but having endured one night in this godforsaken place with another one to come, she felt she’d earned it fair and square.

Continue reading The Strange Inheritance – Part Seven – A Multiple Word Prompt Story


The Strange Inheritance – Part Five – A Multiple Word Prompt Story

This is a continuation of a story I was writing some time ago. See here for the last instalment.

I had to take a break from writing it because I was having nightmares. It is a rather scary story and I have a vivid imagination.

This story was inspired by the following word prompts:

Today’s things are: chemistry, biology, glow


James and Jennifer came downstairs after searching Aunt Elizabeth’s room. Her suitcase containing her old-fashioned dresses was still there, as were her teeth in the glass next to the bed, but of Aunt Elizabeth there was no sign whatsoever.

After the night they’d had with all the whispering noises and then the screams it somehow made it all so much more real now that one of their number had disappeared.

James didn’t seem too put out by it. He was his usual taciturn self and he hadn’t liked Aunt Elizabeth at all. Jennifer couldn’t quite say she had liked Aunt Elizabeth, there was something far too creepy about her, but she was very upset at her having disappeared.

“Don’t worry, Jenn, she’ll turn up. I expect she rose early and went for a walk in the grounds.” James said reassuringly.

“What, with all that rain we had last night? And her teeth still in the glass? I don’t think so, James. I want to go, leave this place.”

“What? And forfeit Uncle Joshua’s money? It will all go to that weird organisation he was a member of, the Black Rose, do you really want that to happen? Come on Jenn, pull yourself together. It’s only for one more night.”

Just then they heard the front door open. They ran down the stairs expecting to see their Aunt, but it was Mrs Ponsomby come to make breakfast.

“Good Morning. I’ve brought some bacon and sausages. I bet you could do with a good fry up after a night in this place. Where’s your Aunt?” Mrs Ponsomby stood there carrying a quaint old wicker basket with various groceries in. She appeared reassuringly normal and untouched by the strangeness of the house.

Jennifer responded “We can’t seem to find Auntie, she may well be in the Kitchen, that’s the last place we haven’t checked yet. That and the Cellar of course.”

Mrs Ponsomby seemed to pale at the mention of the cellar. Jennifer thought it was odd. Aunt Elizabeth had that same reticence about going down to the cellar and of course, the warning “Don’t go down to the Cellar after Midnight” Still rang in her ears after she’d nearly done just that. James has stopped her, God only knows what may have happened to her, if not for her Brother.

They all went into the Kitchen. It was cold, damp and deserted.

Walking over to the oven, Mrs Ponsomby tried to turn it on, but nothing happened. It was an electric oven and it became apparent that in the storm, the electrics had blown.

“Where is the fuse board Mrs Ponsomby?” James asked.

“It’s down in the cellar, just at the foot of the stairs. There’s a hand torch just inside the door. You don’t mind going down there and turning the trip switch back on, do you? I just hate going down there unless I can’t avoid it.”

“No, I don’t mind. Jenn, you stay here and help Mrs Ponsomby, I’ll only be a jiffy.”

James opened the door to the cellar, it creaked in a most theatrical manner but that was understandable, as no one seemed to want to open it. He found the hand torch just inside the door and turned it on. It gave a very yellow beam of light, but it was sufficient to see by. The wooden steps descended quite steeply into the gloom. An unpleasant dank smell, dusty and cold, like a tomb assaulted his nostrils. James walked slowly down the steps. As well as the light from the torch, there was a faint glow coming from the deep recesses of the cellar. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

At the bottom of the stairs, he found the fuse box, which he opened. He quickly found the trip switch and flipped it up, restoring electricity to the house. He heard a high pitched whirr that was the only indication that it had worked. Next to the fuse box was a light switch and James quickly reached out and flicked that on. He wanted there to be more light, he wanted to dispel that horrible sensation at the back of his neck that someone was standing there staring at him.

The light came on, temporarily blinding him, but he blinked and his eyes adjusted, revealing nothing.

No-one was standing there, but James suddenly had his first proper glimpse of the Cellar.

It appeared to go the full length and breadth of the house, brick arches and pillars divided the space into chambers. The next chamber along from the stairs was the largest one. James was surprised to see it was fully furnished with bookshelves and two leather armchairs. There was an old-fashioned rug on the floor, a tiger skin that had its head on. The glass eyes seemed to be staring at him.

In the corner, there was a workbench on which were several glass objects of the find you would find in a chemistry lab. On the shelves were several jars containing chemicals, some of which emitted a kind of eerie glow. James took a step back when he noticed that some of the jars contained human organs, hearts, livers and even brains, like a macabre biology experiment.

James was strangely attracted and repelled by the strange objects in equal measure. He found himself fascinated, a fascination that threatened to become an obsession. He couldn’t just turn and leave, he had to explore further.

James walked over to one of the large armchairs. Next to the chair was a table on which a very ancient looking book rested. The leather was crumbly but it had words written on the cover. The title was ‘Malleus Maleficarum’. James didn’t know any Latin, but he had heard of this book, it was notorious and rather alarming.

Just then he heard a voice calling. It was Jennifer.

“James, James? Are you OK, you’ve been down there for a long time. The electric’s back on, you can come back now. Breakfast will be ready soon.” Jennifer sounded nervous as she shouted to him.

“I’m coming back now, Jenn. Don’t worry.”

James reluctantly left the cellar, but he meant to return to explore further later. Now he had seen it, he couldn’t stay away.

End of Part Five.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/September/2018

The Strange Inheritance Part Four – A multiple word prompt story.

This is a continuation of a previous story I wrote, See here for part one:

and here for part two:

and here is Part Three:


Part Four

Jennifer and James both went up the stairs after turning off the gas fire in the drawing room and switching off the lights downstairs.

They could hear another tempestuous thunderstorm coming in. The lightning was making the light on the landing flicker. On the right, at the end of the passageway, they could see a flickering light from underneath Aunt Elizabeth’s room. She had taken a candle to bed with her, along with her milky drink. Clearly, she was still awake.

Turning left they went along to their rooms. They were either side of a small bathroom and had connecting doors. Jennifer’s room was decorated with pale lavender wallpaper and a mauve bedspread. She closed, clocked the door and rammed a wooden chair under the handle. She let out a relieved sigh. Out of the window, she could see the storm clouds and lightning over the lake.

Jennifer walked towards the bed and sat down to remove her shoes. As she did a huge puff of dust filled the air and made her cough. James came in, through the bathroom, holding a pair of sleeping bags and a camping lamp.

“Gosh, you were prepared for every eventuality” She smiled at him.

“Like any good Boy Scout should” He responded, “I thought we should make ourselves comfortable on the bathroom floor, it seems less dusty in there. I see you’ve shoved a chair under your door. I’ve done the same.”

“Well, Aunt Elizabeth seemed to think something strange was going to happen. What do you think will happen?”

“I wouldn’t pay too much attention to what Aunt Elizabeth says. I don’t think stability is a particular family trait. I think either she’s totally mad or she’s incredibly cunning. Or maybe both.”

They hunkered down in their sleeping bags on the bathroom floor. At least the grey linoleum was clean. It smelt vaguely of pine disinfectant. James switched off their lamp and for a moment, all was silent, except for the sound of the wind, rain and occasional thunder from the storm outside.

Jennifer was just drifting off to sleep when the voices started. Whispering voices just on the edge of being heard.

“Jennifer, Jennifer. You don’t belong here. This is not your house. You are not one of us. You don’t have the blood. Why have you come here? You should leave. Leave now. Before it’s too late……”

The voices went on and on in her head. They didn’t appear to be coming from a specific place. They came from all around her.

She looked over at James but he appeared to be fast asleep. Suddenly she was afraid, what if he wasn’t sleeping. She rolled over to him and put her hand near his mouth and nose. She could feel his breath against her hand.

Then there was an almighty scream. It was high pitched and seemed to go on for ages. James opened his eyes and jumped up, all alert he switched on the lamp.

“What did you scream for?” He asked accusingly.

“It wasn’t me. Honestly, it wasn’t. It seemed to come from along the hall. Maybe it was Aunt Elizabeth.”

She unlocked the bathroom door and went out onto the landing. James followed her carrying the lamp.

There was no light on under Aunt Elizabeth’s door. The whole place was in darkness, the landing light, which they had left on was now off. It seemed that the storm had caused a power cut.

As they slowly made their way along the dusty landing, they heard another mad scream. It seemed to be coming from the locked master bedroom.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhhhhhh! Help Meeeeeeee!”

Jennifer called out. “Is that you, Aunt Elizabeth?”

She heard the voice answer.

“Yes, yes it’s me. Must help me. Is that you Jennifer? You have to help me. I am tied up. He is going to come back for me. He is fetching a knife. You must help me. Please.”

“How can I help? The door is locked?”

“There is another way in. This house is full of passages. You can get into this room through the cellar. Quickly, you must help me. He is going to kill me.”

Jennifer started running down the stairs but James reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.

“What do you think you are doing?” James demanded.

“I’m going to help Aunt Elizabeth, we can’t just leave her there.”

“That’s just what she deserves. Don’t you remember what she said? Don’t go down to the Cellar after midnight.” The grandfather clock in the hall started chiming twelve.

Another loud scream filled the air.

“But, Aunt Elizabeth? She could be in danger.”

“Let’s knock on her door and see first before we do anything else.”

They walked along the landing and knocked on her bedroom door.

In a moment they heard the lighting of a candle and saw the light from under the door.

The lock clicked and Aunt Elizabeth stood there in her white linen nightgown, her grey hair tied in a long plait over her shoulder. She looked the epitome of grace.

“What, what is it?” She was smiling at them, her eyes shining in the combined light of the candle and the lamp. It was a toothless grin, her dentures were floating in a glass next to her bed.

Jennifer exclaimed “I thought you were in danger. I could hear you screaming from the Master Bedroom.”

Aunt Elizabeth laughed, a crystal cascade of notes. “I told you to ignore the voices. They are tricksome, that’s for sure. If I were you, I would go back to your bedrooms, lock yourselves in and get some sleep. Good night.”

They followed her advice as best as they could, sleep came only in fits and starts. There had been no more screams, but they still heard barely audible whisperings.

When dawn came, and the sun shone through the windows, the whispering stopped.

Only Aunt Elizabeth wasn’t in her room. In fact, they couldn’t find her anywhere. She had disappeared entirely.

End of Part Four.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 10/September/2018

FOWC with Fandango — Stability


50 Word Thursday – The Dating Game


“Tom could see her tears s she wrote it.” The Talented Mr Ripley by Patricia Highsmith


He’d taken her to the Zoo, it was her wish and he’d been determined to gratify it.

He was totally besotted. Her golden hair and the way she blushed when he flashed her a winning smile.

Sitting together in the Zoo’s café drinking milkshakes, into which he blew bubbles through a straw to aerate it.

Tom found it hard to tell her how he felt. He thought she knew, but it was the scary moment for him to declare himself. He’d written her a note which he passed across the table with a pencil for her to write a response.

She read the note and gasped. She picked up the pencil and scribbled her answer.

Tom could see her tears as she wrote it.

Then she got up and suddenly ran from the café, leaving him alone.

He glanced down at his note and realised he’d got her name wrong.

[150 Words]


This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam, click on the link below to see her post:


I have also included the following word prompts:


FOWC with Fandango — Scary



A Halloween Collaborative Poem with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess.

selective focus photo of cemetery lantern

I have been working with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess to write a collaborative Halloween poem, here is the result:

It seemed like such a playful lark, 

to sleep in the graveyard, after dark

Though second guesses and question-marks

played inside my mind, I heard a mean dog bark.

This had all be done for a wicked bet,

I saw no harm at first, and yet

Surrounded by death, what could be a threat?

However, I was anxious and began to fret.

I regretted it already, in perfect hindsight,

after all, it was eerily dark that Halloween night. 

I brought my lantern for a little bit of light,

unfortunately for me, the light played tricks with my sight.

Did I see, in the shadows, a skeletal hand?

And other tormented shapes, I could scarcely understand. 

With little light, my eyes squinted as I scanned,

tombstones and mausoleums that tip, and could barely stand.

And then as the ancient clock struck the witching hour

the wind blew cold and the earthly scents turned sour. 

The ground began to shake, with such force and power,

gravestones cracked knocking over the vases of flowers.

I let out a scream, feeling full of fear and dread,

as from their broken granite graves rose up the dead.

What started as a playful lark, I was riddled with fear instead,

Mausoleum doors screeched open, a body appeared with no head.

An eerie light descended looking greenish in the fog, 

Then a piercing, ghoulish howl, was it a banshee or just a dog?

Sounds of the ghoulish howling grew closer, I hid behind a log,

as the scent of rotten eggs drifted through the thick smog.

And cowering from my hiding place, I took a glimpse and saw, 

A thousand zombie bodies gathered armed, as if for war.

How were they to gnaw,  if they had been missing a jaw?

Thoughts raced, the fear shook me to my very core.

As I huddled down in shadows and held my living breath, 

I could see the guts and gory corpses and smell the scent of death. 

I heard them drag their corpses, did they die of black death?

Or, was it rotting flesh of an overdosed victim on meth?

As they slowly stumbled nearer, I tried to sneak away

Then something icy fell against my arm, right there where I lay. 

One of the undead’s arms held me down, it was greenish-grey,

I felt his mouth touch my arse, I think it thought I was a buffet.

I jumped and screamed out loud, my backside wracked with pains, 

The zombie horde came towards me, mumbling about my Brains!

The zombies smelled blood pumping through my veins,

I tried to escape the graveyard, but the gate was locked by chains.

Frantically I ran around, jumping over abandoned graves,

trying hard to get away from those hungry zombie slaves.

Terror gripped me, fears of my own demise came to me in waves,

as the zombies grew closer, I reached for my switchblade.

Turning around to face them, in the darkness I heard my screams, 

Then I felt my panic lift like waking from unpleasant dreams. 

Several distorted zombies face shown from the moonbeams,

one of them finally reached me and ripped the seams on my jeans.

And though exposed I saw my flesh had turned to grey,

No pain, no fear, no longer did I feel, my cares had gone away,

I was the zombie’s quest, after all, they had captured their prey,

I felt my body tense then ooze, it was evident… I began to decay.

Then I felt a pang of hunger, one that I could never stem,

A thought when through my head, I was becoming one of them.

I thought of the bet and wager made between my friends,

It would be morning soon enough, I’d chew on them like gum.

But then the rising sun shone brightly in my swollen eyes, 

and my groaning zombie brothers crawled back into their tombs, with sighs

And joining them under the graveyard’s ground, this brand new zombie lies,

waiting to rise again next Halloween, as a Zombie never dies. 


I hope you liked it 😉 

50 Word Thursday – An Innocent Street


This was written for the 50 word Thursday’s challenge that I host in collaboration with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith. If you’d like to take part, click on the link below:

I have also included the following word prompts:

cry, dark, silver bullet

FOWC with Fandango — Whitewash


It all looked so innocent now. Just a pretty lane on a quiet street. The houses neatly painted with whitewash.

However, it did not always look this way.

Back in March, this street used to be the most dangerous in London, possibly in the whole world.

Dark and evil things used to stalk there at night.

The very air itself was filled with a toxic fume or sulphur and decay that came from the depths of hell.

A group of us decided to take part in an exorcism. Father Patrick assured us he knew the rites and we took him at his word.

Together we held hands and chanted while the Father threw salt around us.

If I had known then what I know now, I wouldn’t have done it.

While we chanted, the lamp suddenly went out and a dark shape jumped out of the shadows.

I let out a cry into the night. There was a shot and a silver bullet hit me in the leg. The shadows descended upon us, and when they lifted, not a soul remained except me.

Through April, May and into June there was no word of John, Ross, Giles and the others.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/February/2019

Friday Funday Challenge – Game On – You Name It!

Yes, you know you are having a fun friday when you get nominated by That Guy Called Bloke to take part in one of his excellent challenges. Check out his post and his blog here:

Friday Funday Challenge – Game On – You Name It!

In his own words:

Friday Funday Challenge – Game On – You Name It!

Friday Funday Challenge Created by A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip!

We all like a bit of easy fun, if it’s not quotes, it’s prompts, or words of the day, well this is 20 questions!

Now, this is like in a way the old game of musical chairs with a twist. In that game it was a case of elimination of ‘players’, music and chairs, with one fewer chairs than players. When the music stopped, the person without a chair was eliminated from the game. Slowly over the duration of the game, more chairs were removed until there could be only one which was the winner.

With Game On – You Name It it’s slightly different ….

Each Friday l will ask 19 new questions, and nominate 3 bloggers of my own who will answer 16 of my questions, but insert 3 questions of their own and answer those as well, so that they are STILL answering 19 questions. They in turn will nominate 3 bloggers of their choice, who will answer 16 of the 19 questions asked by their nominator, insert 3 new questions and answer those and then choose 3 new bloggers. By the time the week is up, and the next time l design a new questionnaire, the old 19 questions should not resemble the previous weeks at all.


The Rules …


1] Thank the nominator – Thank you Mr. Bloke, I always enjoy these challenges.

2] Answer Q1 – Q19

3] Nominate three bloggers of your choice and notify them.

4] Each selected blogger MUST answer 16 of the asked 19 questions, but also insert 3 new questions to make up the 19 compliment. Every time a new blogger is selected they MUST only answer 16 of the asked 19 questions as well as answer their own 3, and choose 3 new bloggers. Each time a new blogger sees the questionnaire it will be completely different to the next blogger along.

[Hint: delete three of the questions you don’t like or have no answer for and insert your own in its place]

5] Q20 & Q14  Must always remain intact.

The Questions:

1] If you were facing the death penalty what would be your last meal choice??

Probably a Whole Leg of lamb. I love lamb but it can be chewy, plus it will take me ages to eat it by which time my pardon should have come through.

2] Have you ever whispered Candyman five times in front of a mirror?

No – As I’m not really into the Horror Genre (despite writing some horror stories myself) I don’t even know what this is referencing…..

We used to, as kids, tell a story that if you said ‘Bloody Mary’ Three times in the Mirror, she would appear and kill you. I’m guessing that that’s the same Idea.

No, There is already something scary enough in the mirror. Me.

3] Have you ever had your tarot read?

Yes I have and I have also done tarot readings myself. I find it a fun way to trigger your own subconscious thoughts.

4] What unsolved murder unsettled you the most?

All of them. It’s also the fact that even when they catch them, you can’t bring the innocent victims back to life. I think the worst thing was that the Moors murderers, Myra Hindley and Ian Brady refused to tell the Mother of one of their victims where her son was buried. She never had the chance to mourn. It breaks my heart.

5] Would you sleep inside a coffin underground for a night?

No. I hate closed in spaces and I hate the dark. I wouldn’t have any problem sleeping in a coffin above ground though, as long as the lid wasn’t on.

6] What is your best detective series?

I am a huge Agatha Christie Fan so I love Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot.

7] Is there a horror movie you simply could NEVER watch because of the advertising hype?

I can’t watch ANY of them, regardless of the Advertising. I am easily scared.

8] What is the worst nightmare you have ever experienced? – Describe.

I have nightmares ALOT. I had one when I was a kid when I found myself wandering the corridors of my old school and I found a door and a steep staircase that I hadn’t seen before. When I told people about it they told me to never go there again because ‘St Clements’ would get me. (typical dream, what kind of stupid name was that!?!) Then I walked up the stairs and this huge monster, part man and part Lion, pounced on me. I woke up sweating and screaming and wouldn’t go back to sleep unless my Mum held my hand. I was probably 9 years Old….

9] Are you afraid of clowns?

I think there is definitely something sinister about them. It isn’t a full-blown phobia for me, but I can’t say I like them.

10] Would you agree to take part in a seance?

NO – I wouldn’t do that or Planchette or an ouijja. NEVER, NEVER, NEVER.

11] Of all the ways a person could commit murder which do you think is the worst? Why?

Cold blooded murder I think is the worst. To plan it and carry it out is such a cold and inhuman thing to do. I could have some sympathy with someone ‘loosing it’ that’s why I’m grateful that we don’t have guns all over the place in the UK.

12] If you were a detective investigating a murder what would your first steps be at the scene of a brutal death?

After throwing up, because I’m not the best with blood and guts, I would interview anybody on the spot, get forensics in to check over the body.

13] Hanging, Injection, guillotine or firing squad what would you prefer?

I think Injection would be the best way.

14] Which 3 questions will you be deleting to add your own in?

Do I have to delete any? I quite liked them all….

18] and 19]

15] What time of the day is the best time to commit a murder?

As I could only do a hot-blooded murder, it would be whenever someone annoyed me enough….

For a planned murder, probably 3am would be the best.

16] Do you look guilty?

My face shows everything I am thinking, I could never hide anything.

17] Uh oh, you have witnessed a murder, and you think the killer may have seen you but you are not sure, what would you do?

Tell the police and ask for protection… This is not the time to hide from the authorities.

18] Would you be able to tell if a murder has taken place in a room just by walking into it?

I can be quite sensitive to places. I remember feeling really uncomfortable when walking around one of those old stately homes only to be told afterwards someone was killed there….

19] What is the best way to test for a psychopath?

Someone told me a story once. They said only a psychopath would get the answer right.

A man meets a woman at a family funeral. They get on really well but they do not exchange details or anything.

Two weeks later the woman kills her sister.



No I didn’t get it (you may be pleased to know).

I asked lots of questions. Was the sister married to the man? Did she get to him first? Did she always hate her sister?


Apparently the answer is that she killed her sister because she thought she would meet the man again at her funeral.

Did you get it? A friend of mine did…..



20] The three bloggers you are nominating are?


Worth a Thousand Words — Einstein Memes


Have Fun. These questions are really Freaky – It’s the Freaky Fun Friday challenge. 🙂

Friday the 13th Scary Questions

The Friday Funday Challenge Created by

He writes: Each Friday l will ask 19 new questions, and nominate 3 bloggers of my own who will answer 16 of my questions, but insert 3 questions of their own and answer those as well, so that they are STILL answering 19 questions.

I was nominated by

Please go and check out her excellent blog. She sets great daily three word challenges and writes fantastic flash fiction. Go have a look and see for yourselves.

Thanks Teresa, I enjoyed this one. 🙂


  1. Thank the nominator
  2. Answer Q1-19
  3. Nominate three bloggers and notify them
  4. Each selected blogger must answer 16 of the 19 questions AND insert three new questions to make the 19. [hint, delete three questions you don’t like or have an answer for and replace those]
  5. Q14 and Q20 Must remain intact.


Today’s Questions:

1] Which horror movie monster do you think is the deadliest?

If you haven’t seen the film, Pans Labyrinth, I recommend it.

2] Which serial killer do you find the most fascinating?

A woman called Amelia Dyer, she was known as the Angelmaker. She killed babies and was eventually hanged. She may have been responsible for as many as 500 murders.

Amelia dyer1893.jpg

3] Would you rather know the date of your death or the cause of your death?

If I could prevent it, then knowing would be useful, but how could I know something would happen if I could then prevent it, because then it wouldn’t happen, and we’re trapped in a time paradox. Probably safer not to know.

4] who were you most afraid of as a child

Jack Frost

My Mum would say I needed to get into bed before Jack Frost came and got me. She didn’t realise that I was actually so scared of Jack Frost, I used to be too scared to sleep.

5] Would you ever stay the night in an abandoned house that everyone claims is haunted?

NO, never. I am so terrified of that sort of thing,

6] Have you ever tried to contact a spirit with an Ouija Board?

No I would never do that because I am so terrified of that sort of thing.

I don’t even like the idea of going to a medium. I think when it says Rest In Peace it means we should leave them alone and not try to make contact with the dead. Most mediums are heartless shysters trying to cash in on peoples grief and the ones that aren’t are dangerous.

7] If you were asked to film a new horror movie, what would the plot be?

An orphanage, the children disappear one by one. Something strange is going on and one of the orphans tries to find out what. She discovers that there is a satanic cult running the orphanage and they are using the children in their sick rituals trying to summon the dark lord, except that some are recruited to the cause. They discover that some of the staff are part of it but a few aren’t. However one by one they die until she realises that the ones that are killed all have something in common, they were all born to the same sign of the zodiac. Sagittarius and she is a sagittarius. One born to Sagittarius is the key to opening the Dark Lords prison and bringing him into the world.  She then discovered that everyone left is part of the cult except for her. She is the last one and she must be the key…..

8] Have you ever seen a ghost?

Yep…many times. I am sensitive to things like that and can often tell things about the interior of a building and the people and objects there without ever stepping foot inside.

9] What’s the strangest meal you have ever eaten?

I make weird stuff all the time. If I have left overs that have to be eaten I usually just throw it all together and hope for the best. I’m still alive, so that’s the main thing.

10] What is your favorite superstition?

That if you step in between two mirrors your soul gets sucked out into oblivion.

11] What is the creepiest book you have ever read?

There is an Agatha Christie book called  Endless Night. It is a bit of a departure from her usual stuff and when I first read it I felt chilled for days.

I don’t actually read any horror because my imagination is too vivid and I would scare myself to death.

12] What is the scariest music you have ever heard [provide link]

I have always found this piece of music scary. When I was in the school choir we had to sing it, but I found it so disturbing I left the choir.

13] Do you believe in life after death?

NO. I believe that if our spirit is not too tainted it will return to the great energy field that provides life. If our spirit if too tainted, we are rejected to float freely, possibly as malignant ghosts, for eternity.

14] Which 3 questions will you be deleting to add your own in?

#4, #12, #15

15] Do you believe in psychic ability?

Yes. My Mum is the most down to earth person I know. She is the first to decry anything about the supernatural and refuses to watch or read anything in the Fantasy, Sci-fi or horror line. But she has the uncanny ability to know things. Things she couldn’t possibly know. She often walks towards the phone before it starts to ring. She answers the phone and starts talking before the other person, knowing who it is already. When there is a missing person plea on the news she say something like “Poor little mite, it was the dad who did it” when he is the one doing the press release asking for help. She’s always right. Scary.

16] Have you ever knowingly or unknowingly been inside a haunted house?

I expect so. I’ve been to Edinburgh and that is full of haunted places. There is a street there which was little more than an narrow alley with chambers off of it. Back in the early 1600’s someone in there got the plague and to stop it spreading, they walled up the whole street and left everyone to die. You can now visit it, but it’s not for the faint hearted. They also have the South Bridge experience. The bridge had lots of arches but due to the fact the town was overcrowded and needed space, the building were built out along the bridge and the arches were covered up. They created an underground series of chambers that gradually became home to the criminal classes of Edinburgh. You can do a ghost tour of that too, I did it and I didn’t sleep without a light on for a Month.

17] Which type of movie monster is your favorite?

The monster that’s not really a monster at all.

18] What’s your biggest fear?

That’s a strange question. I can’t quantify fear, I am either scared of something or I’m not. I am terrified of heights, the supernatural, flying, the dark, drowning, crowds, spiders…the list is endless.

19] If you found yourself in a horror movie, would you be one of the first to die or the survivor?

I would either be the first one or the perpetrator. It’s kill or be killed 😉

20] The three bloggers you are nominating are?


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My First (Official) Flash Fiction Challenge


Have fun, and I hope you make it through the night. Keep Safe this Friday the 13th 🙂




Three Things Challenge, 31 May 2018 – In Total Darkness

The Haunted Wordsmith is doing a daily challenge where they provide three things that must be included in a story. Have a look at the link above.

I thought I would have a go.

Three items for 31 May 2018: aster, crow’s feather, joke.

Up in the Highlands of Scotland, in the shadow of Ben Nevis, is a small cottage. No one lives there anymore, but it is rented out to walkers and adventurous types but no one seems to stay there for longer than one night.

I remember going there with Jessica, Steve and Maria. Pals from my student days. We had graduated from Uni back in 2001 and we decided to get together again for a reunion in 2011. Maria had heard of a haunted cottage not too far from where she was now living in Edinburgh and had booked it for us. We all arrived at Edinburgh station and Maria had hired a car to take us all up to the Highlands and the cottage.

When we got there, the sun was shining and the cottage itself looked absolutely beautiful with Lavender growing down the path and purple asters growing under the windows.

Inside it was clean but a bit old-fashioned. The sofa had certainly seen  better days, as had the curtains that were a moth-eaten velvet material in a dark mustard colour.

I remember walking up the narrow wooden stairs to find my room, up under the rafters. On the bed someone had placed a crow’s feather. It gave me the shivers, but I assumed it had been someone’s idea of a joke.

We’d all brought along quite a bit to drink. Maria had a couple of bottles of single malt whisky, Jessica had brought along some gin. Steve pretty much only drank Lager but had brought a long twelve cans of export. I had a bottle of plum brandy that I had made myself. You can’t beat a bit of home-brew.

We were about half way through our drinks when weird stuff began to happen. We’d put the television on for some background noise while we all talked about our lives and picked up from where we all had left off. All of a sudden the T.V signal went and we were left with white noise. Then a load of soot came down the chimney and completely covered us all. I remember we all thought it was funny at the time and started laughing. We weren’t laughing for long though. Without warning all the lights went out and we were plunged into total darkness. The laughter turned to screams and we were all scrabbling around in the dark.

Somehow we made it out to the car. Steve and Jessica were covered in scratches to their arms and faces, but they were too hysterical to talk about it. None of us wanted to go back into the cottage to retrieve our stuff. We all seemed to have our wallets and essentials, so we just abandoned our luggage and clothes and drove back to Edinburgh.

We don’t talk about it. There were was something in that cottage, that’s for sure. I will never forget those moments in total darkness. They will haunt me forever.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 31/May/2018