Between Floors

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WORDS & PICTURES: Gareth E. Rees A short story, originally published in Wyrd Daze (more information here). There was a rat beneath the floorboards, I could tell by the gnawing. Gnrrrk. Krrrrrrrrk. Gnnnrk. Krrrrk. I don’t know what it was

Memories in the Woodchip: The Day I Moved into a Haunted House

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On the day we moved into a dilapidated Victorian town house in Hastings, my wife’s grandfather died. But death was already in the house, waiting for us. We bought the house from a woman who bought it from the family