Folk Horror
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Chapter 1 | l’aperitif
Barrel-aged whiskey, served at room temperature. The sky darkened with the shadow of wings, and the raucous caws of hundreds of crows cracked the afternoon stillness. “Whoa there, Noah!” John MacClellan tugged the reins. Noah’s ears flicked back in annoyance, but the donkey slowed to a stop. The wagon he pulled creaked to a halt… Read more
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The Roots That Clutch
“What are the roots that clutch, what branches growOut of this stony rubbish? Son of man,You cannot say, or guess, for you know onlyA heap of broken images, where the sun beats,And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,And the dry stone no sound of water. OnlyThere is shadow under this red… Read more
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The Untimely Death of Lilly Rainwater
When R. M. Greta and Hylia announced their Hallowtide project, I knew I had to contribute. Make sure to check out the project details here and then enjoy the other ghoulish delights whipped up for your delectation. To: Shauna@HallowtideU.edu Cc: Melissa@HallowtideU.edu Subject: Re: Ethnographic Research Project Body: Hi Shauna and Melissa, My name is Ed Sherman, and I lived in Hallowtide back when… Read more
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The Stone in the Forest
For the record, the setting is 1930s Britain at the time of the Spanish Civil War. Oscar was eleven when he was sent to live with his Uncle Pelligro on the outskirts of a village called Fane. It was a year fraught with upheavals, and moving into the ramshackle house on the forest’s edge seemed… Read more