The Dental deranged...

“Killer dentists jailed for life” was the headline on the front of newspapers and internet feeds across the world.
Lambe, Collins and Brian had indiscriminately killed for their amusement and sick pleasure. They had managed to terrorise communities, for most of their time, undetected.
However the net had closed in on them.
All good things do come to he who waits and justice had prevailed. They had been held on remand whilst the case was built and this had been three months in the waiting.

The three ruthless criminals were in the dock, facing their destiny and comeuppance. 
Lambe and Brian were smirking and laughing madly at the crowd. They stole a defiant kiss from each other before being separated by one of the security men.
Collins was crying, wrecked by the life as a convicted   murderer that he now faced. They were now condemned criminals. Gone were the luxuries and trappings of the lifestyles they had been accustomed to, gone were the privileges and perversions.
Also vanished was the chance to harm anyone else in a dental clinic ever again... The judge, Mr Justice Bowles, said “take them down‟ in a stern voice that echoed across the quiet crown court that soon erupted in relief and jubilation from the gallery.
No one was more relieved than Dr Jessie Stark, the heroic dentist who had uncovered the sinister trio and although deaths aplenty had come about, she surely had prevented many more.
She had set off on her investigative journey on the back of the accusations of murder Jessie herself had to endure thanks to the malevolent trio. Now, society was safer and she was proven innocent. It had been no mean feat to establish a link between the otherwise sporadic murders and capture the evidence to ensure the net was cast over the killers.
She, Dr Jessie Stark, a dentist, had single handed, done what a whole department of detectives, trained in their investigative craft, had failed to accomplish. The press had revelled in the shocking story that had happened in the heart of middle England and sold countless copies of their periodicals on the back of society’s innate morbid curiosity. It certainly was an innovative and poignant story revealing the deficits and flaws in systems that should have safeguarded the victims as well as the errors of judgement from the authorities in their investigation of the crimes. Stephen Lambe, a.k.a. Adam Shaw and his fellow accomplices Felix Collins and Gemma Brian were found guilty for the deaths of nineteen patients, four Polish builders and the two dental health professionals that had lost their lives as a result of their psychopathic yet clever murderous spree.

They were the catalysts of death and mayhem. They had managed to inflict all this chaos and murderous acts via other people, innocent victims being dispatched by blameless perpetrators whilst they remained righteous and undetected. They were however not undetectable and this is where the resilience and strength of the wrongly accused Jessie Stack was needed. She was determined to go that extra mile and establish the truth. The serial killers had claimed countless lives and got away with it until she intervened. However, they had been caught now and all they had to look forward to was prison life.
A long time behind bars, they were to serve several concurrent life sentences in the penal system, obeying rules and paying society back for their monstrous misdemeanours.  This was going to be hard on at least Collins, he was weak.
Brian and Lambe would find it easier as they were more resilient and savvy but even so, their time could not be as easy as living in freedom and wanting for nothing. Their lavish and extravagant lifestyles of drunken debauchery, sex, fast cars and expensive trimmings that their dentistry practices yielded had now stopped.
All their assets were confiscated by the state. This included their houses, cars, jewellery and hefty bank balances. Now they had no lifestyle trappings other than what the state provided as part of their term of incarceration. What now awaited them was a very long stretch of time, paying back their evil deeds to society, imprisoned and ensuring the general public was safe from them. After all, the sentence was life imprisonment with a minimum of forty years before parole was considered. The three would be in their eighties by the time their freedom was ever considered. They were sent to separate institutions in the prison system, “category A” prisoners, hazardous and dangerous. They would probably never see each other again and yet the harshness of their impending fate was just a joke and another badge of honour for Lambe and Brian. Collins, the weakest of the three and more the follower than the leader was devastated. They were bundled into separate security vans and sent to their new destinations and their solitary cell to start off with, claustrophobic, cold rooms with dimensions approximately 6 feet by 8 feet in size until they were found safe enough to share a cell with someone else. The three serial killer’s freedom had been withdrawn, they would now have no status other than what they earned, no privileges other than those granted to them and rules in abundance to adhere to. Life would never be the same again. More reassuringly for society, they would be kept separate, never to meet or encourage each other into crime again.
They were divided and conquered.

Well so it seems but this is just the start of the follow up to Mental Dental (MBP).
It would be a pretty short novel if it was... Obviously there is more to "Obsession of the Damned" and you will just have to download a copy to find out more about what happened next and more...!

Deception, drugs, death and destruction by the Dental deranged.
All within this killer thriller sequel

A murderous sort

Meet Dr. Stephen Lambe, DDS.
Dentist, murderer, psychopath and the embodiment of darkness and doom.
Was it his fault he was slightly less nice than the norm?

After all, he was left to be brought up by his dysfunctional dad and led to his strange, maladaptive and dangerous behaviours developing.

Stephen Lambe’s heart was far from right. He was evil to the core. He unquestionably needed to be incarcerated in a high security prison and was sent to HMP Frankland in the North East of the country. He was a smooth operator and never seemed to express much emotion. He was cool, calm and collected..  DANGEROUS.

Lambe was one of the trio of killer dentists involved in the mayhem and murder in Mental Dental (Murder by Proxy).
Thankfully incarcerated but did this stop his manipulation and proxy chaos?
The follow up novel, Obsession of The Damned may interest you if you want to find out more.

Well worth a read.

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Inspired to write about ghosts in hospitals

I always remember my first stint of night duty as a fresh green 1st year nursing student.
It was in the old colonial hospital in Gibraltar, also known as St Bernard's hospital.
It was an ancient building, full of history and stories of ghostly apparitions aplenty.
I was working on the male medical ward., John ward.
It was an acute medical ward taking admissions of all sorts, Cardiac, Respiratory, Gastro etc.
Shirts were from 8pm to 8am and there were only 2 of us on duty on a night shift with the night sister popping around at 10pm and 2am on her rounds.

The shift had been particularly eventful and we'd had two deaths on the ward that night.

8am was approaching and the day shift were trickling in.  Pale and bleary eyed from a nights sleep, we looked pale and bleary eyed from the lack of sleep.
The charge nurse asked how the night had panned out?
I gave him a quick summary,  including the two deaths and what he said after changed me.
'Did you see the Nun? '
' what Nun? ' was my reply... Intrigued.
He continued to tell me the story of the Nun of Death that appeared every time someone passed away on the ward.

I never did get to see her but she inspired me to write Phantasms in the Infirmary decades later.
The story also made me very uneasy on night shifts from then on...  Unsurprisingly!

First book is available in Spanish too.. 

Here is a link to my author page on Amazon

It's here... HALLOWEEN

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Another year,  another Halloween, remember that Phantasms in the Infirmary Vol I and Vol II plus The Ultimate Phantasms in the Infirmary are there for your delectation.
Inspired hospital supernatural tales... Short, sharp shockers and not so sweet.
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El muerto... The dead man

One of the chapters /stories contained within the dark covers of The Ultimate Phantasms in the Infirmary.

A taster to maybe entice you into purchasing this easy read, spooky compilation from your local Amazon website.

El Muerto

‘Don’t look at him straight in the face, whatever you do’the grandfather said to his grandson ‘Why grandad?’enquired the young child as he held his grandfather’s hand, now with a firmer grip than previously. ‘He is a zombie, the living dead’he remarked. ‘If he looks at you and you look back at him, he will measure you up for the coffin you will soon be lying in’he added. Julian never forgot that. After all, this was quite the weighted statement for a young child to hear in the sponge-like formative years where all is absorbed, digested and learnt. The person he was referring to was a strange; dysmorphic man that always wore a shirt, tie and dark suit. He was dishevelled despite the attire, which incidentally was ill fitting and looked like they belonged to somebody else, twice his size. This man, Mr O’Hara, looked quite frightening as his head seemed out of proportion to the rest of his body, small and pea-like in comparison. His arms were long and a short torso carried him through the busy streets of the town. He always seemed solemn and down. What made matters worse was that he never seemed to be clean shaven or sport a beard. It was that scruffy and annoying in-between growth. The eyes were his worse feature. One looked at you, the other away from you…! All in all, it was easy to believe why he was called “El Muerto”the dead man. His function was that of an assistant to a funeral director. He was lowly paid for all the grafting he did when a funeral was in the planning. He would liaise between the local grave diggers and the family and help ensure all went well. As well as a funeral could go. The rumour had it that he was born from an incestuous liaison between siblings. This was unverifiable but it created the negative mystique this man bared and carried on a daily basis. He was visible on a daily basis. He would walk through the town conducting his funereal business and occasionally run into some kind of argument with a passer by taking the liberty of bullying him. Nevertheless, Julian always respected and remembered what his granddad had said and never looked him in the eye. It was many years later that as a young student nurse, he came in on duty for a shift on the surgical ward and lo and behold, there he was…Mr O’Hara was sitting on a bed, in red and white, candy stripped pyjamas, again, looking like they had been borrowed off someone else. The shoulder areas hanging well off the shoulders, top tucked in the trousers and his trousers tied around the top of this with a thick cord. Not a great sight by any means. He looked at Julian, straight in the face and smiled as if to say hello. This young student was taken aback by this. How was he supposed to react with the inner conflicts that now run through him? His grandfather had advised avoidance of any contact in his formative years but now he had to be professional and make some kind of contact with him. This was his duty and obligation. Julian smiled back, a disingenuous smile but none the less a minor breakthrough. ‘Hello young man, what is your name?’Mr O’Hara directed the question straight at him. ‘Erm, Julian’he replied. ‘ErmJulian?, that is a strange name?’remarked the patient, mocking the young man…‘No Just Julian’he added hastily. ‘Pleased to make your acquaintance, I am Tony’the man said as he now stretched his hand out in friendship and awaited the young nurses reciprocal hand. What a dilemma, not only was he having to face him, talk to him but now having to touch “El Muerto”but he did. He inwardly shuddered but made no obvious signs of outward revulsion. This was awful as the judgements he had made over the years that were just malicious rumours were having an impact on his interactions with a patient. Julian composed himself. ‘So, Mr O’Hara, what brings you into St Augustine’s then?’‘I have a hernia that needs repairing, been shifting too many bodies around I guess’as a broke into an eerie chuckle. So much for the breakthrough, the inner child kicked in and he stepped back slightly, enough to be noticed by the older man sitting next to them. He said, ‘don’t let this old bastard tease you with his stories, he is alright really, don’t be frightened, it’s the living you have to fear, not the dead’and they burst out laughing. The ice broken, Julian slowly recognised that this poor man had been dealt a very raw deal in life, remarkably well spoken and witty; he had never been given the chances he should have had, because of his physical appearance. Julian felt sorry for him rather than fear. Over the coming days he got to know the man and not the infamous legend that shrouded him. He managed his care and grew quite fond of him, helping out wherever he could in the pre and post-operative stages to his full recovery. He had spent a good week in hospital; he was now clean shaven daily and seemed to have filled into his attire a little more. Mr O’Hara was now mobilising well and his pain was under control, the wound was healing and discharge home loomed over the horizon. It was just after the evening meals had been distributed and prior to the evening medication round, Julian stood beside his patient and asked, ‘All ready to go home soon then Tony?’‘Yes indeed I am, I cannot wait to get back to work and get out of here’. ‘Oh, why the hurry?’‘Well Julian, you know they call me “El Muerto”don’t you?’Ashamedly he replied ‘Well yes, but that is nonsense and very cruel’‘Thank you for the vote of confidence but there is some truth in that I do see and speak to the dead’Julian now regressed to his child-like state, all the work he had done to ensure he was not put off by the malicious myth that surrounded this man was well and truly out of the window…Tony sensed this and replied ‘You have nothing to fear as long as you remain as helpful and compassionate as you are but be aware’. ‘Aware of what?’he asked nervously, not really looking forward to the reply. ‘Be aware that there are many spirits in this place, the long departed that have remained here for their own gains, some are good but many are not’. Julian was uncomfortable with this and challenged the patient by saying ‘surely you do not believe in all of those ghosts stories do you?’‘They are not all stories, be warned, be careful and be vigilant, there is a lot of danger in here, I have seen it over the last few days’. ‘Do you remember the last two patient’s that passed away?’‘Yes of course’he replied. ‘Well they were taken by the Dark Angel’. Now terrified, he tried to rationalise the statement by saying that the patients he was referring to had died as expected due to their underlying pathology. O’Hara now looked at him straight in the eyes. His meandering eye, strangely focussed on him and said ‘There is a dark Angel in this ward that does its rounds every night, it floats in and looks at everyone, whilst they sleep, I have seen it’. ‘Once it decides on who it wants, the dark matter engulfs he person and they are taken by it…’‘Come on Tony, don’t say these things, they cannot be true’‘Well if they aren’t true, then tell me why they seem to die between the stroke of two and quarter past the hour?’‘Check the records if you do not believe me’‘I will’replied the young man ‘…but why are you telling me this?’‘I like you, you have been kind to me and I want you to protect yourself, the Dark Angel will take many and is not fussed by who it takes, if he takes a fancy to a staff member, it will take them…’Mr O’Hara now said firmly as he held Julian’s arm ‘Leave this ward, leave this hospital as soon as you can, it is not safe’. Saved by the bell, the call buzzer was loudly blowing and Julian made his excuses and left him to attend to the needs of another patient. The shift got busy with numerous tasks and admissions galore. Although he was intrigued by the tête-à-tête with his unusual patient Julian did not have a chance to return to his patient “El Muerto”. The conversation had remained unfinished and maybe this was a small blessing. Julian had pondered on the significance of this all and how it would affect his career choices, based on ghost stories? Maybe leaving the dialogue hanging could help him in not making any rash decisions? He was on another late the next day so he knew he would not get to say goodbye to the much maligned man he had got to know, like but now fear again. The next day, on shift, he came in a little early in order to look at the ward register. He was inquisitive and a little intrigued. Was there any truth or pattern to this ? He took out the old register and looked at the deaths and noted the vast amount of “time of death”entries for 02: 00 –02: 15. It seemed unnaturally high. He looked down at the register over the last few weeks and it seemed to give substance to the supernatural theory That O’Hara had eluded to. He followed the register down to the last week and then …there it was, the latest entry “Mr Anthony O’Hara; time of death 02.14”. The “Dark Angel”, the angel of death he had referred to had come to collect him. Julian wondered if Mr O’Hara had guessed this was going to be the outcome? Improbable and quite impossible however the facts were there…Mr O’Hara was expected to make a full recovery, but as “El Muerto”himself had said if the angel wants you, he will take you…. There is no choice!

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Death Zone

It is little wonder there are so many ghost stories associated with hospitals.Hospitals accommodate many end of life scenarios. Some are expected but many are not. Not all that occurs in these edifices is negative but it can be a bit of a death zone...
Medications administered and stress effects on the brain can explain particularly haunting moments for patients but can they be explained for the healthcare professionals working there?

The presences encountered can be malevolent or benign, helpful or terrorising.It is the latter that most distresses the chance meetings with ghosts and ghouls, defined as people or even dark shapes.The Phantasms in the Infirmary series is a collection of some of the many encounters that numerous patients, visitors and healthcare workers have had. They have been added to in order to make the stories more readable than a couple of lines but they are based on a shared truth. 

Phantasms in the infirmary does not profess to be the "X-files" of hospital ghost stories but  it certainly lends itself to understanding many an unexplained occurrence in the many hospitals around the world, dotted with unexplained phenomena. 

May be worth a read...?

Stimulating ghostly tales

Revalidation and reflective practice...  Well I've reflected on some loosely connected clinical scenarios. Ghostly encounters in hospitals!

Not your average ghost story collection...  It includes the spirits of old staff members and residents of a bygone era..  
The Ultimate Phantasms in the Infirmary is the definitive compilation of chilling tales of hospital horror. A compendium of chilling chaos and supernatural shenanigans.

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A sense of quiet expectation is felt when entering a hospital that all will be well.
At St Augastine's hospital,  it's not guaranteed....
A constellation of ghostly stars is present in some form or other in one ward or area within the grounds and old building.

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A collection of supernatural hospital horror stories.
It is an amalgamation of volume one and volume two of the Phantasms in the Infirmary series.
This also has an added story to it which was not published in the previous volumes.
The many years in healthcare have not only served the authors well in their career, there have also been the opportunities to collect a number of ghost stories and spectral phenomena that are shared in this book.
The stories of ghostly nuns, poltergeists, mad monks, returning dead members of staff and patients are told in all hospitals.
This is the best of them in one book.
An eerie collection to keep anyone awake at night.
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Phantasms series

Working in hospitals for most of my life have given me many experiences to reflect on.
Most are positive and treasured.
Some are not so...  Which is why Phantasms in the Infirmary was written and followed up by Phantasms in the Infirmary Vol II.
The spectral activity retold within the books is based on experiences from beyond the grave that have been shared by colleagues and friends.
They are adapted into the works of horror fiction that contained within the pages of these novels.
Ghostly monks and disembodied voices, nuns of death and shadows that attempt to  take life.
Nurses that have never clocked out of shifts and others make an entertaining and colourful read.
They are ideal for reading alone or sharing in a group... Especially late at night, only of you dare.

The Phantasms series is one I would obviously reccomend not only as one of the authors but also as a reader....

You will never be able to attend a hospital appointment or visit in the same way for fear of the ghosts that lurk in the Infirmary...

Volume II... One of the stories to wet your appetite...

One of the stories contained in Phantasms in the Infirmary Vol II 

The Meandering Monk
The ancient building housed an old chapel that had been used for many different ceremonies and services over the years. The structure, although majestic and beautiful with a tall tower that stemmed from within the heart of the building also had an aura of menacing discomfort to it. It was the source of numerous reports that involved a ghostly monk. This monk had been witnessed by many individuals over the decades and was supposed to haunt the chapel, often described as wearing a dark hooded cloak, hands tucked inside his sleeves with a small crucifix hanging from the girdle around his cloak. A sinister glow emanated from the apparition that unmistakably differentiated it from a live human form, it was definitely a ghost. What made the sinister figure frightening was the fact it would circle the chapel slowly and effortlessly, hovering above the grass and concrete that surrounded it. It would then suddenly disappear, reappearing at the top of the thirty foot tower before letting out an unearthly screech as he fell onto the ground below. The thud would be heard and felt by any witnesses and the mangled body of the monk could be seen for a couple of minutes before dematerializing in front of their eyes. The screaming banshee of the monk could never be pre-empted; it was always a random appearance and not something anyone could prepare for. The only certainty was that it always remained a shock to any innocent witnesses to this tragedy that was caught in a perpetual catastrophic loop in time, replayed over the years. Over the decades, it was established that this was Brother Piers, a monk from an order of Franciscan Monks that had helped in the days when the hospital was an orphanage. It transpired that Brother Piers seemed to be very attracted to the young boys and was overly familiar with some. The then Abbott of the St Augustine friary had been informed of this Brother Piers’affinity for children and suspected him of being a paedophile. One afternoon, following another accusation of child molestation, the Abbott summoned the Brother Piers to his office and addressed the issue. He laid down the law as the accused monk protested his innocence, however the evidence had been gathered and his investigations had irrefutable proof he had sexually molested at least three boys. The Abbott had told him that he would be excommunicated and he would never work with children ever again. The disturbed Piers apparently run away from the office, crying in shame and confusion. He was next seen at the Chapel, praying and then walked around the building, encircling the area several times before climbing up the tower and leaping off it, plummeting to his shameful death. It was said that his ghost could never leave as he was in purgatory due to his actions and sins. He was destined to walk the earth in a shameful act of penance, chained to the area of his eventual act of cowardice and despair. There was never any issue with this spectral phenomenon, he had not harmed anyone else until one night one of the witnesses, Mr. Huddart, an acutely ill patient’s relative had snuck out of the main building for a calming cigarette and had found his way to the area of the chapel. The moonlight shone on the small, disused graveyard that harbored many of the previous inmates of the hospital in its different guises through the ages. The gravestones were ancient but nevertheless, interesting reading. Mr. Huddart was intrigued by them and innocently approached one of the older gravestones as he took another big puff from his cigarette. All was quite serene and calm when unexpectedly he felt coldness focused on the area he stood in. He turned to look for the origin of the change and was facing the Monk. At first, he was unable to distinguish if the man that faced him was moral or not but then noticed the aura around the hooded apparition and also the way he glided around the area. This was not a human. The proof of this encounter with a ghost was summed up when the ghost walked straight through Mr. Huddart, as if he was not there. He felt a shudder and the instant terror of what he was experiencing, goosebumps and all. He turned and cried ‘get off me…’as he now looked at the back of the cloaked sullen figures head. He hoped that he would carry on, the phantom monk would continue on his eternal treadmill and not focus on him, however the reverse transpired. The ghostly figure of Brother Piers turned and now, at a quickened pace, was heading back to the man who was definitely n the wrong place at the wrong time. ‘Please no, why me? He cried with a worried plea. ‘Please, leave me alone’I don’t mean you any harm’he remarked. However the spectral presence was now upon him. He took out his ghostly right arm from the left hand sleeve where he had housed it for eternity and plunged into the man’s chest. The screams echoed in the silent night. The cry of pain was soon accompanied by a cold sweat and a crushing chest pain as he writhed and slumped on the wet night grass, clutching at his chest. Help was soon at hand as other visitors and members of staff run purposefully to aid the fallen man. As they approached, they saw the unearthly presence with his right hand firmly protruding into the dying Mr. Huddart. The phantom monk was not dissuaded by the oncoming would be rescuers. He stood his ground and seemed to grasp at the very soul of his victim. The cries and laments were audible as he cried out ‘please, please don’t kill me, I didn’t mean to hurt her, oh god, I am sorry’and these were the last words he uttered as the life was extinguished by this murderous paedophile from the past. Around eight people witnessed this execution by the executioner from another dimension. The monk now faced the small crowd and his face, contorted by an evil driving force changed. Brother Piers now seemed satisfied and strangely peaceful following this unsolicited murder. Why he had changed his mood puzzled the on looking and worried crowd? ‘Who is he going to target next?’one of the pack cried out, perturbed by the ghostly sight before them. At this moment the spectral force extracted his supernatural arm from the lifeless body of the man laying at his feet, he sighed and disappeared. The gathered mass now doubled in number as some of the medics amongst them tried to resuscitate the cold remains of Mr. Huddart but alas in vain. The motionless face of the dead man peered straight at the night sky, unresponsive and taken by the paranormal dark force. One of the people called the emergency services, now that would be one hell of a statement they would all have to give! How could they explain the inexplicable events they had just been unfortunate enough to witness? The police arrived, two cars initially with four officers in them and then more. They busied themselves with the initial segregation of the murder scene as they hurriedly cordoned off the murder scene. The others were occupied with taking names and writing them down on their black note books, pens scribbling away manically. Almost immediately, the members of the press were buzzing around, like flies on a newly laid turd, they hovered and ear wigged into conversations, interrupting proceedings at times and filming everything and anyone they could. Innocent man slaughtered by ghostly paedophile monk …This story would sell. The Police crew amassed as now the people in the white overalls appeared, hooded and gowned, masks around their faces and gloved up to the hilt, they erected a small tent around the fatally wounded Huddart. Large lamps supplied the much needed light as they did their investigating and gathering for the clues that forensic science would yield and allow the eventual conclusions, hoping to ultimately solve the murder. The multitude of witness statements were taken by the officers as they traced all the detail to its minutia. ‘Anything, however insignificant can be important, please tell us what you witnessed?’was the standard statement. Every statement related the same scenario “a ghostly monk had murdered this seemingly innocent man”who by all intents and purposes was only guilty of smoking a cigarette in the hospital grounds. Surely the anti-smoking lobby had not resorted to these lengths to stop smoking! Within a matter of hours, the teams of the local law enforcement agency had all they would need and area was vacated, the body decanted to the mortuary where a post mortem would follow. The details of who the victim was were acquired by one of the officers, Mr. Edward Huddart, a forty six year old local man. He was a single parent and father to one seven year old daughter, Naomi. There were no relatives other than his young daughter who was an in-patient at the hospital. Everyone anxiously awaited any answers to this unprovoked and bizarre murder. The post mortem was carried out the next day. The pathologists conclusion were that the man had suffered a ruptured heart. He claimed he had never seen anything like it in all his years. ‘The patient’s heart had been crushed to a pulp’. ‘The force that needed to have done this was equivalent of an industrial car crushing machine…’They now knew how he died but still no clues as to why. The clues were pieced together slowly over the coming days. It transpired that the relative, Mr. Huddart, was visiting was his daughter who was in hospital. He wasn’t the innocent victim but more like a reprisal from beyond. He had abused Naomi for many years, sexually and physically harming the blameless young girl and in a state of passion had strangled her on the day of admission to hospital. In the conscious efforts to right his wrong, he had brought her into the emergency department concocting a lie of how the Naomi had strangled herself on the cord from the bathroom blinds. This was never believed by the staff as the mechanics of the injuries were inconsistent with the bruising and conclusions of initial assessments. Naomi now lay on a life support machine in the intensive care unit. Fighting for life. Huddart was a paedophile and when Brother Piers had walked through him, he obviously detected this and was determined to rid the world of this evil. The social workers had suspected he had been abusing Naomi but were never able to get enough facts to arrest and convict him. He had been very clever in covering his steps. Brother Piers however, had. His spectral detection was spot on. He had uncovered the truth within seconds and sentenced the perpetrator to death…Judge, jury and executioner in one. So why was this paedophile monk so keen to uncover a fellow child molester and expedite this gruesome act? As more interest in the case grew, more research into the history of the place and the killer monk was undertaken. The archives proved stated that Brother Piers was innocent of his crimes. He had always loved children and would never harm anyone. It transpires that some of the children who were in the workhouse at the time had confessed to wanting to play a sick prank on this gullible holy man. The prank had gone horrifically and disastrously wrong. Unimaginable as it was, this tom-foolery had led to the innocent man taking his own life. This man of the cloth had been wrongly accused but the shame of it all lead to his untimely and horrid death from the leap of shame. He’d taken his own life; he could not face the slur and accusatory repercussions. Rightly or wrongly, he committed a mortal
sin by choosing suicide and this was why he had remained in purgatory. These actions now exonerated him from everything, he was acquitted and he was now able to finally rest. He was never seen in the chapel area since but did make one more appearance. Naomi had been attached to machines and tubes for days, she was not responding to treatment and the nurses and doctors in the Paediatric Intensive Care Unit were considering switching her life support off. As sad as this was, there seemed no way back for the poor little victim of such horrific injuries and repeated abuse. It was hours before the decision would be executed that a nurse saw a bright light coming from the room where Naomi was. On investigating the source, she clearly saw the figure of a monk, Brother Piers had returned. This time though, his dark cassock was bright white, he was silent and composed. There seemed to be no pain or dark force attached to him now. He was like an angel. Although sinister, as any supernatural encounter must be, it was a calming presence as the cassock wearing ghost reached out and placed his hand on the young girls head. The apparition now seemed to bow his head and pray. The nurse called for one of her colleagues to urgently witness what she was seeing. Both stood aghast as the glowing light intensified. They were rooted to the spot but intrigued, not frightened and did not call for help. It seemed like an eternity that the unresponsive child lay there in the medicalized environment, the obscure silence broken only by the bleeps and whirs from monitors and the rhythmic ventilator, set at twenty two breaths per minute. The light intensified, blindingly bright and warm. A few seconds later, the ghost of Brother Piers lifted his hand and stood there admiringly at the young child. As if by a miracle, Naomi slowly opened her eyes from the long slumber she had been in. She faced this radiant angel and she smiled at him as he smiled back. He then turned towards the flabbergasted nurses, smiled at them and dematerialized. Was this a miracle of medicine or a helping hand from a friendly ghost? Brother Piers was never to be seen again

A quick introduction to volume II

Phantasms in the Infirmary. Vol II 
The Next Batch

A compilation of hospital based ghost stories.
It is volume II of the Phantasms in the infirmary series.
There are more spooky occurrences and more twists to keep your eyes on.
The horror genre needs this and you need to read this one and it's predecessor. It'll make sense.
Depending on the response to the series, volume III may have to be written... After all, there are many other creepy nightmarish tales in store!

This one contains such stories as the matron, meandering monks, menacing spirit manifestations on the ward and the mortuary among others...

They will make your hairs stand on end... But it will be worth it.

Enjoy and remember to write a review for it when you are done.

Also, whatever happens, don't have nightmares

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Jessie exited the car and closed the garage door behind her. Her dad had opened the front door and entered the hall way, collecting the seemingly huge pile of post that lay on the floor and to a point, blocked the door from swinging through its rightful path. Among the post were two copies of the local papers, the free presses offerings for the fortnight. On the copy he was looking at were the headlines he wanted to so protect his daughter from but there it was in black and white ‘local dentist suspected of murder denies all’. Not content with this, they had printed Jessie clambering into her car whilst trying to shield her face with a briefcase she was holding, like a makeshift and ineffective shield

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