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    Through Dead Eyes – Chris Priestley

    “The plane dipped out of dazzling sunshine into a grey mass of cloud. Beads of rainwater scurried diagonally down the glass, trembling as they did so. The wing tip was obscured and revealed and obscured once again in rapid succession as the plane descended through the formless murk of cloud, until a darkened landscape was laid out beneath them.”  Arriving in a dark, damp Amsterdam, Alex isn’t convinced this trip will be any fun. His dad will be spending most of the time working and he’ll be bored. That is until he finds out Angelien, his dad’s editor’s daughter, has offered to keep him company. On their first day in…

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    The Dead of Winter – Chris Priestley

    “My name is Michael: Michael Vyner. I’m going to tell you something of my life and of the strange events that have brought me to where I now sit, pen in hand, my heartbeat hastening at their recollection.  I hope that in the writing down of these things I will grow to understand my own story a little better and perhaps bring some comforting light to the still-dark, whispering recesses of my memory.” Following the death of his mother, Michael is taken in by the man his father died saving. Sir Stephen is not the man Michael was expecting him to be and in the depth of the English Countryside…

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    Teachers Tales of Terror – Chris Priestley

    “It was the beginning of March and the air was chill and dank. Mrs Nesbitt, the head teacher of St Apollonia’s School, stood in the playground, peering up at the darkening sky through her wire-rimmed spectacles. She Shivered and hoped the snow that was forecast would not arrive.” On World Book Day St Apollonia’s School hosted a “Victorian dress up day” to celebrate it’s heritage. One of the schools teachers had called in sick and Mr Munro arrived to take care of the class which was without a teacher… or at least that was meant to happen. The teacher arrives and takes part in a class, sharing with them three…

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    Mister Creecher – Chris Priestley

    “Billy pulled his clammy coat collar tightly to his throat. It was damp with the fog and felt like the tongue of a dead animal lolling against his neck. His thin body shivered and trembled. He was fifteen but looked eight.” Billy stumbles across the body of a giant on a bookstore steps late into the night. Living as a thief and not knowing much else; the boy is about to search the body for goods when an associate comes along and threatens him. Whilst this is going on the Giant comes to live and saves Billy from his attackers. Upon recovery of his fever Billy learns that the giant…

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    Tales of Terror from the Tunnels Mouth

    “It was the first railway journey I had ever made alone. My stepmother had come to the station to see me off and proceeded to embarrass me with unwanted hugs and kisses and the nursery voice she always adopted for such displays of affection” Robert is waiting at the station when his stepmother has a terrible premonition. She foresees a tunnels mouth and a kiss, an awful kiss. Robert thinks she is being ridiculous and gets on the train without a second thought. Then on the train he falls asleep, when he awakes the train is at a standstill just at the mouth of a tunnel and Roberts fellow passengers…