Welcome…

Welcome to the threshold.

If you’ve just arrived, take a moment. Shake the cold from your coat. Let your eyes adjust to the half-light. This is a quiet place, a place for stories with teeth, folklore with long memories, and the kinds of hauntings that linger on the edge of ordinary life.

Here, I write about winter ghosts, old superstitions, personal encounters with the uncanny, and the shadows that slip into my fiction. Some posts are reflective, some unsettling, some oddly tender, but all belong to the world just off-centre from daylight.

If you’re drawn to the strange and the beautiful, if you feel the pull of old myths, if the dark has ever felt more comforting than frightening… then welcome. Truly.

You’ve found the right corner of the woods.