This hallowe’en, as often happens, we’re away in our campervan. Previously we’ve spent it parked by a ruined abbey, in woods full of owls, on a picturesque island with bats swooping overhead… This year we’re in a forest up amongst the tallest Scottish mountains. Perhaps you can see how I’ve managed to write so many ghost and other spooky stories? (You can one collection here – links to the others are in my previous post.)

I’m pleased to have a suitably spooky story in the current issue of The People’s Friend.  Isn’t the illustration nicely atmospheric?

I had the idea for this post when we got some new neighbours. They seemed nice, as in fact they really are, but as I described them to my husband I couldn’t help thinking that if we were all characters in a story then there would be some kind of catch or twist and wondering what it might be. Once I start thinking along those lines, I just have to get writing.