On the mantle, a photograph in a tarnished frame showed a stern man, two children, and a woman with a hauntingly blank stare.

This week, I invite you to step inside the misty world of Greystone Hall and spend a few moments with Annabelle Greystone.

A gentle breeze was blowing outside, and the open window caused the wind to rustle her curtains.

Three weeks had passed since consumption had claimed Catherine, her only sibling and closest companion. Their parents had departed years earlier, leaving the sisters to rely solely upon each other. Now, at twenty-six, Adelaide was utterly alone in their modest townhouse in Bloomsbury.

But Eilis saw the flash of fear in her mother’s eyes when the baby turned its golden gaze toward her. That evening, when this unusual creature refused to nurse and remained silent even as her mother sobbed over it, Eilis watched her father place protective herbs above the doorframes.

One of those? You never raised a red tent.

Six months after Rupert’s death, Josephine still felt unsettled. She needed to know if perhaps he was waiting on the other side with a message for her or their children.

Annabelle’s fingers fumbled for the matches. She lit a fresh candle with trembling hands and turned to face the figure forming in the mist.

Johnathon's nightmares are back. What will they be tonight?

Mr. Fairweather has some unfinished business and asks for help from Miss Amelia Reed.

Declan Turner's nightly walk to check his sheep turns into something sinister when he meets a supernatural entity on the path.

The dark forest was silent, eerie, waiting...the creatures could sense what was coming - something vile, something older than time.