The Darkhouse, pt 6

“If so much as a single man dies, it’ll be on your soul,” the Skipper said at last as he shrugged away from his restraints. He pointed a finger at me, spittle flecking his chin as he did so. “On your soul!”

The Darkhouse, pt 5

Fearing that I might be too overwhelmed by the dread I had been seized by the last time I had touched this new, lower trapdoor, I wrapped my handkerchief around my fingers and immediately pulled upon the hatch’s handle. It opened upwards without a sound.

The Darkhouse, pt 4

A most astonishing thing has just occurred. I am trembling with nerves and barely able to write. But write I must! I am stricken with terrible delight! If I do not capture these thoughts, then I fear that I will come to dismiss them as the result of some feverish, sleep-poor delusion!

The Darkhouse, pt 3

While removing what remained of the unsorted miscellanea, I exposed a trapdoor. It was firmly rusted closed and completely unusable, but nonetheless inspired a level of discussion I had come to think beyond them.

The Darkhouse, pt 2

Illuminated by only a single lantern and with naught but the sound of our breathing and the muted sea, the air in the room became uncomfortably close. I felt a chill pass down my spine, even as I became aware of quite how far I was leaning towards the retiring Skipper…

The Darkhouse, pt 1

2nd June, 184__

Dearest Philippa

As promised, I began writing this as soon as I was able to do so on my safe arrival. 

I hope you received the letter I sent prior to leaving the mainland. The owner of the inn assured me that he would have it sent on my behalf, and I tipped him well for it. I was exhausted after the long journey across the Pennines and fear my handwriting may have been illegible. Hopefully my instructions to him were not!

Thoughts On Change

Usual disclaimers apply. This is an opinion/thought piece, not grounded in scientific fact or research but anecdotal experience. I welcome contrasting thoughts and opinions, but this isn’t meant to be a sweeping statement of How Things Are, and nor do I expect everyone to have had the same thoughts as me.

If you have battled with, or are currently battling with, the issues mentioned below, then please do not seek guidance from the Internet alone. Please look at getting professional help and support. It can save your life.

Content warnings for: Depression, suicide ideation, death, eating disorders, questionable parenting, shitty pop psychology.

Review of 2017

In this post: repeated mentions of moving house and health. I’m afraid it’s not a terribly exciting review. What did you do in 2017 that you’d never done before? Moved into a house that I helped buy. A little patch of hillside swamp, all of my very own. Did you keep your 2017 new years’…

Still Alive pt. II

As the great GLaDOS once sang, I’m still alive. So. The Ginger and I successfully moved house and, after two weeks of scrubbing with tooth brushes, having allergic reactions to cleaning products, and painting over 6 years of wear and tear, we’re finally shot of the old place. It’s nice to live in a house…