Garry AbbottBack to The ShadowsThe cat dashed past Gerard’s legs and up the stairs in a black, scrabbling blur. Moments earlier the backdoor had crashed open, squeaking…Oct 30, 2018Oct 30, 2018
Garry AbbottPin the DevilIt was something my grandma told me. I don’t know if it’s common knowledge, or a common myth, but I’m guessing she didn’t just make it up.Mar 10, 2018Mar 10, 2018
Garry AbbottIs Anybody There?‘Is there anybody there?’ said Carla, curling her lip as she did so, looking like the idea was a bad smell. ‘Why?’Feb 24, 2018Feb 24, 2018
Garry AbbottThe Timeless Whirlpool of the Talkers.I can still hear them, at night, long after the bell has rung and the doors are locked. I lay, restless and buzzing from the constant hum…Feb 14, 2018Feb 14, 2018