Spooky Tales on Sunday: Green Lady

“When he murdered her Under the old willow tree She was so very young This girl of twenty three Now she haunts his castle upon that bare hill Cursed its green gardens She dwells there still…” It was some five years ago whilst I lived on the windy West Coast of Scotland, when I first heard about her. The cottage I rented was part of a large, crumbling Estate, and on this Estate stood an ancient castle. It was build in the Thirteenth Century, had past through many hands and was besieged by many more and then finally left abandoned…

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Spooky Tale on Sunday “The Arguing Candles”

There once stood a solitary house in the wind swept flat lands of Northern Frysland. This grand house used to be a beautiful home, but what was left of it now had mostly withered away with time. Harsh winds and relentless weather had taken their toll. The house belonged to an old lady, she had lived there all of her life. First with her husband and their children. Later, as her husband had passed away and the children flew the nest, she lived there alone. She had become a solitary creature and did not appreciate the company of people much….