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Sunday 20 October 2024

Spooky Reads Alert

📚👻 Spooky Reads Alert! 👻📚

If you're a fan of haunted hospitals and eerie encounters, "Phantasms in the Infirmary" is a must-read! Dive into a world where the walls whisper, and the ghosts aren't always who you expect them to be—some are vengeful, others just lost souls in need of peace. This book explores the spine-chilling tales of both good and bad spirits lingering in abandoned wards and forgotten hallways. Perfect for those who love a mix of mystery, horror, and the supernatural. Don’t miss out on this chillingly good read! 😱📖 #HauntedHospitals #GhostStories #SpookySeason


"The Drowned Ones of Lake Zurich"

It's nearly Halloween and the time to share ghost stories is near.... 
I have written this short story to start us off... And ask if you have a story to share, to add it into the comments section in order to entertain the and amuse us.... 

My story is called : "The Drowned Ones of Lake Zurich"
#enjoy 

It was Halloween night, and the mist rolled over Lake Zurich like a thick ghostly veil. Marcus, a seasoned swimmer who often enjoyed the lake’s waters, couldn’t resist the challenge of a nighttime dip. 
He thought the idea of swimming under the moonlight seemed thrilling, even a little rebellious especially at Halloween.
'This is so cool and nothing will happen to me, I've swam here on hundreds of occasions with nothing but a swallow of water going the wrong way' he chuckled to himself as he proceeded to cycle to the vast body of water. 
The lake was empty, its usual charm replaced with an eerie stillness, as the lights of Zurich twinkled far in the distant shore. An eerie mist rolled over the bank of the lake and lay on the surface like a dense cloud, sitting as a barrier to the world. 
This did not worry Marcus, in fact it excited him more, he wanted the lake to himself that night. 
The full moon yielded plenty of light, reflecting beautifully off the water like a highway between the fog bank and the opposing shore line. 

Marcus slipped into the cold dark water, feeling the chill rush over his skin. He was treading swiftly deeper in the water until he was deep enough to dive into its cooling embrace. 
He now started to swim, with strong, rhythmic strokes, pushing through the fog that thickened around him. 
The town’s sounds grew muffled, the silence broken only by the gentle splashing of water against his body. 

As he swam farther out, he felt an odd sense of being watched—a prickle at the back of his neck that made him glance over his shoulder. But the lake was empty, save for the thick, drifting mist.

Halfway through his swim, Marcus noticed a shadow beneath him in the water, a dark shape that seemed to mirror his movements. He brushed it off as a trick of the moonlight or the depths below, focusing instead on keeping warm in the frigid water. But the shadow grew more defined with each stroke, taking on a form he couldn’t quite place—long and sinewy, with arms that seemed to reach toward him, trying to touch him, grab at him but always just falling short. 

Suddenly, he felt something cold and slimy graze his leg, like fingers trying to find a grip. Marcus yanked his leg away, his heart pounding now, but when he looked down, the shadow was gone. 
He laughed nervously, trying to convince himself it was just his imagination. Yet, as he turned back towards shore, he found that the mist had thickened, swallowing up the lights and the sounds of Zurich. It was as though the lake had closed in around him.

Marcus increased his pace, his breaths coming faster, leaving clouds of steam in the chilled air. But the water seemed to thicken, dragging against him like syrup. The shadow returned, and this time, it wasn’t alone. Beneath the surface, he saw faces—pale and distorted, with empty eye sockets that stared right through him. Their mouths gaped open, as if gasping for air or whispering secrets the lake had swallowed long ago. He could hear faint echoes of laughter and sobbing, rising up from the depths, blending with the rhythmic slap of water against his ears.

Panicked, Marcus tried to swim faster, but the plethora of hands reached up from the water, translucent and skeletal, wrapping around his ankles and pulling him down. He fought them off, his kicks frantic and wild, sending splashes high into the air. Yet, for every stroke he made towards the surface, the lake seemed to pull him deeper. The faces circled him, their expressions shifting from sorrowful to vengeful, their whispers turning into a chilling chant.

“The drowned ones... the forgotten... come join us...”

With one final, desperate effort, Marcus broke through the grip of the spectral hands and surged to the surface, gasping for breath. He swam towards the faint lights of the shore, arms burning and lungs aching, but the water seemed to stretch endlessly around him. Just as he thought he’d be pulled under for the last time, the mist parted, revealing the shoreline only a few meters away.

He staggered out of the water, collapsing on the cold stones of the shore, coughing up the lake’s bitter taste. His body trembled from the cold and terror, but he was alive. As he turned back to the water, he saw the mist curling back over the lake, the faces fading beneath the rippling surface. But before they disappeared entirely, one figure lingered—a woman with long, dripping hair, her face as pale as the moon above. She raised a finger to her lips, as if to shush him, before sinking back into the darkness.

Marcus never swam in Lake Zurich again. But every Halloween night, as the fog rolls over the water, he can hear them whispering from the depths—voices of those who never made it back to shore, calling to anyone brave or foolish enough to swim among them. Marcus knows that one day, the lake might call his name again.


Wednesday 16 October 2024

Gibraltar Tales Of Legend : Stories about the Rock we Love

#GibraltarTalesOfLegend is a captivating blend of mythology, history, and adventure that immerses readers in the vibrant stories surrounding the iconic Rock of Gibraltar. 
The author masterfully brings to life a collection of tales that span centuries, weaving together elements of folklore and local legends with vivid storytelling.

From the mysterious ancient ruins to the ethereal presence of long-forgotten spirits, each story unfolds with a sense of wonder and intrigue. 
The author’s ability to create atmosphere and evoke the mystique of Gibraltar’s landscapes allows readers to feel as though they are exploring the narrow tunnels of the old town or standing at the edge of the Mediterranean, with the weight of history pressing in from all sides.

The characters are compelling, from brave warriors to enigmatic beings of the sea, each one embodying the spirit of the region.
The interplay between myth and reality is seamless, creating a sense of timelessness that draws readers in and keeps them eagerly turning the pages. The book also deftly balances action with introspective moments, giving readers a chance to reflect on the enduring power of legends and their place in the modern world.

GibraltarTalesOfLegend is a must-read for fans of mythology and historical fiction, as well as those who are enchanted by stories that explore the deeper mysteries of places with a rich cultural heritage. 
This collection will leave readers feeling both thrilled and nostalgic, with a newfound appreciation for the enduring myths of Gibraltar.