A winter cycle concerned with cold places, lingering presences and the quiet weight of the past. Stories and reflections shaped by darkness, stillness and what refuses to rest.
Yesterday, on the penultimate day before Kielder Forest Drive closes for the winter season, I did what any self-respecting lover of eerie landscapes and seasonal hauntings would do and went straight into the heart of it. It was the kind of trip that felt half like an adventure and half like an omen. The sky … Continue reading The Witch Holes of Kielder…
When the sun slips below the horizon and shadows uncoil from their daytime shapes (always more fluid and dramatic when you’re not looking), the world drifts into its most unreliable hour. Twilight. For lovers of horror and the supernatural, dusk is more than a time of day. It’s an atmospheric threshold. And thresholds have always … Continue reading Why Twilight Breeds Fear…
R. H. DIXON 