Author: G. Gleason, Word Count: 666Featured in Spooky Archaeological Story Moot: Live Stream - Halloween 2023Father brought it home, I remember, during the Stink, when the Thames itself rotted in highsummer, fueled by whatever corruption London's humanity might generate. It hung there in the hall. Itwatched Mother waste and die. We covered its face. We... Continue Reading →
The Hand in the Lake | Hallowe’en 2023
Author: Michelle Franklin, Word Count: 777Featured in Spooky Archaeological Story Moot: Live Stream - Halloween 2023Something lived in the lake, something beyond the usual residents. A boy was tossing rocks in and trying to coax the something out. Myndil thought he should help. “HAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Myndil shouted. “YES—I DON’T MEAN TO TELL YOU HOW TO SKIP STONES, BUT—” The boy tossed a stone.... Continue Reading →
The Oasis | Hallowe’en 2023
Author: N. Friedline, Word Count: 666Featured in Spooky Archaeological Story Moot: Live Stream - Halloween 2023A rusted dagger plunges into the flesh of a wild beast spilling viscera onto the sand. Blood pools in the dust, shaped by tiny hands into a torrid red clay. It was the first year the oasis had lasted through the Summer. Rushes growing in the small pool of muddy water attracted creatures from across the endless... Continue Reading →
Donn of Teach Duinn | Hallowe’en 2022
Author: Michelle Franklin, Word Count: 624Featured in Spooky Archaeological Tales: Live Stream - BonFire Night 2022Death is something everyone has to do at sometime or other, but the service to the Lords of the Otherworld need not be that terrible; it offers the chance of being undead, which is rather pleasant much of the time.... Continue Reading →
The Island | Hallowe’en 2022
Author: N. Friedline, Word Count: 666Featured in Spooky Archaeological Tales: Live Stream - BonFire Night 2022A mapmaker paced along the shore of a tropical island. Each footstep in the sand marked on vellum with a quill of red ink. This was the last and most isolated island in a vast archipelago to be charted for the King who wished to see the edge of the world. After three months of... Continue Reading →
A Halloween Short Story | Hallowe’en 2022
Author: S. Suppes, Word Count: 666Featured in Spooky Archaeological Tales: Live Stream - BonFire Night 2022Normally, the ghosts aren’t helpful. It’s not their fault. Time has driven so many mad,they rage against the bonds that keep them here and eventually fall into despair. They stopnoticing the passage of time. Some eventually shake out of the... Continue Reading →
The Dullahan and the Brooch | Hallowe’en 2022
Author: Michelle Franklin, Word Count: 666Featured in Spooky Archaeological Tales: Live Stream - BonFire Night 2022The horse titupped across the country, its burning hooves lighting the way, the armour having little idea what was happening, hearing the wind whistle through its hollows. It seemed gleeful, the breeze tickling the inside of its breastplate, its horse making delightful clops. The flaming skull under its arm was also smiling, but having... Continue Reading →
The Ocracoke Survey | Hallowe’en 2022
Author: J. Armstrong, Word Count: 666Featured in Spooky Archaeological Tales: Live Stream - BonFire Night 2022The sun set as a line of pelicans skimmed the water. The light on OcracokeIsland glimmered in the distance and the eery soda bottle whistle of a buoy couldbe heard as gentle waves rippled. Ed and I borrowed a comfortable,... Continue Reading →
The Mysterious Lighthouse | Hallowe’en 2021
Author: Mrs Prestwich, Word Count: 666Featured in The Spooky Archaeological Tales: Live Stream - Halloween 2021 It was early evening when dark, grey, thunderous clouds were building on the horizon as Emily set out to do her chores in the sorghum field. As she saddled her coal black mare the wind whipped around the corner... Continue Reading →
The Feathered Serpent | Hallowe’en 2021
Author: J. Armstrong, Word Count: 666Featured in The Spooky Archaeological Tales: Live Stream - Halloween 2021It was the end of the monsoon season in southern Arizona. I had just lit a smallmesquite fire in the fireplace as darkness was falling. Lightning still flashed silhouettingthe spiny branches of the ocotillo and the small hulking menace of... Continue Reading →
