Haunted Hotel Project- St Ives


Don’t look at the kids standing at the treeline.

Don’t talk to them.

Don’t shout out to them.

They aren’t children really.

If they turn and look at you, you will see.

No eyes, just teeth.

Then, they start to bang on the walls.

Something happened in the cabin. Well, in the place where this cabin was built.

Something wrong.

They bang on the walls like it’s a game.

They are playing with you.

They don’t need to wait to come in.

They just need you to look.

They just need you to see them standing in a neat line, like a row of small trees and lit by the light of the moon.

They just need you to notice them and call out in fright or in love.

They enter through the mirrors on the last night and they stand in the corner of the room.

Don’t talk to them.

Don’t shout out to them in fright or in love.

They will devour you.

– Hidden in the boiler cupboard of holiday chalet.

Haunted Hotel Project- Hilton Hotel

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In the lift, I met a girl. 

She was pale, looked scared. 

I asked if she was okay, and she smiled a smile that said, “no, not really.” 

The lift took a long time, so we got to chatting. Her name is Elizabeth Black. She said she was on her honeymoon. 

Later, I saw her again. She looked wet, soaked through. I asked her if she had fallen in the pool, and she said she couldn’t remember. 

We rode the lift together again and I asked her what room she was staying in. 

She said 3204. 

“You must be mistaken,” I said. “That’s my room.”

But she was sure. She said she had been there for a long time.

She said she had been waiting for me.

I can’t leave. 

Help me. 

-Hidden in the bureau.

The Haunted Hotel Project- Nottingham



haunted hotel notDo not stay here. 

Do not stay in this room, this hotel, or anywhere near here. 

It was late when I saw the hands out of the corner of my eye. 

Pale skin, with black fingers. 

I am not insane. 

I could hear them under the bed. 

I woke up the next morning covered in scratches. 

I dreamt of grave worms in the empty eye socket of a man I’ve never met. 

I know he knows me now. 

Don’t stay here. 

-Hidden under the safe in the room.

Audioshorts- Killing Time


This story has been one of my favourites to put into audio form. Originally part of the Write Club project, this short is about a  scientist stranded on a spaceship that is locked into a terminal descent into the Earth’s atmosphere.

She is reminiscing on what brought her there and remembering some of her favourite things about being home.

It also has one of my favourite last lines of anything I have written;

I hope it looks like a shooting star, as my scream is lost in the ship’s roar. Then I will burn out into the night and into nothing. I hope that unknowing lovers and children will see it and wish for great and wonderful things upon my death.   

Even now, I still love the idea of the story. It’s a pretty sad one and it kind of came out of nowhere in my brain.

I really hope you like it.

The Haunted Hotel Project- Liverpool, Premier Inn 2

liverpool 2When I arrived, I found a ghost story in the bible.

I read it and laughed. Well, it sounded like bollocks; phone ringing in the night, noises outside. All the usual stuff.

People are idiots.

I went to bed.

It wasn’t a story, it was a warning.

My phone rang at three am.

Someone tried my door.

In the bed next to me was the shape of a person in the sheets, and when I dreamt, my dreams were black. Someone spoke to me in my sleep. They told me if I didn’t write down what happened that I would be next.

I’m sorry.

Hidden in the Bible.

Audioshorts- Dig

I am super proud to present, Dig. This is an audio version of a story that was part of the collection of short stories Gareth Topping and I put together called, Fear Is A Mirror.

Dig is probably one of the oldest of my stories to make it into the collection and was originally written as part of a short story group I was a founding member of. The group was formed out of a desire to write with other, like-minded weirdos and get quality, constructive critique.

If you like this story and enjoy weird short fiction, you can find some of our other efforts on http://www.youdonottalkaboutwriteclub.wordpress.com.

This one was so fun to record and I really enjoyed playing around with some sound effects and playing around with delivery. Music is once again from http://www.bensounds.com

I hope you enjoy it too!



Audioshorts- On The Wall

I am pleased to present the audioshort, On The Wall.

This short is the opener to the collection of dystopian sci-fi stories that I am currently hard at work on called, All The Light That Remains.

The events that occurs in this story have major repercussions that play out across the other stories in the collection.

The rest of the collection will be a surprise, and I won’t post the written version of On The Wall, until the whole thing is complete.

I hope you like it.

The music featured in this week’s story is called Better Days and has once again been taken from www.bensounds.com 


Audioshorts- Ghoulboy

I’d like to present the audio version of Ghoulboy.

I’m pretty proud of this short story and I had a ton of fun recording the audio version of it. Unlike my first attempt, working with the recording software, and hardware was a lot easier.

Ghoulboy is about the misunderstanding of a young teenager who is going through a divorce. He hears the horrible insults that his parents throw at each other and believes them to be real.

I had the idea for this story travelling on a train journey to some god forsaken town in the north of England, where the only interesting structures among the post war prefab houses were a set of cooling towers.

Now, anyone who knows me, knows that I am slightly obsessed with urban/ industrial decay and pylons, and that is some of the imagery that I got to play with here.

Music this time around is royalty free music which can be found at http://www.bensound.com.

This is just until I can get a decent music programme that wants to export in a decent non-exclusive file format.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this because there is more on the way.


The Haunted Hotel Project- Premier Inn, Liverpool


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Last night, I heard a sound, like a cat or an angry dog.

I was woken up at 3.12 am by the sound of the room telephone going off .

It must have been a dream, because my mother was on the line and she’s been dead for five years.

When I got back into bed, in my dream, A woman was in the bed with me.

It was clear she had been dead for a long time. Her eyes were gone and her lips had shrunk back into a horrid smile.

She asked me to stay and then started to howl like a cat.

Hidden in the bible.

Audioshorts- Elueutherophobia

Elueutherophobia is a story that is featured in Fear is a Mirror, a collection of stories my friend, Gareth Topping and I produced together and put out last year.

This is one of my favourite stories in the collection despite being one of the shortest. I think it captures a lot of the fictional universe that lives inside my head; a place where the furthest logical conclusion to my own Orwellian paranoia lives.

It’s also the first time I properly tried to write fiction in second person. I remember trying it out for the first time in a writing group held by my friend and fellow writer, Stephanie Victoire and I found it actually quite thrilling to write like that. It’s difficult to maintain, which is probably why this is so short.

I think that is another reason why I decided to try this story in an audio format first.

And just in case you are interested, there is a sequel to this short which is called Freedom is a Crack of Light, and it can be found on my site.

Please excuse any production weirdness, I am still learning. I hope you enjoy this, and I look forward to producing more audio versions of my stories.