FROM THE GREAT LIBRARY OF DREAMS 176 - The Sand-walker by Fergus Hume

In the summer there is nothing like a visit to the seaside. But in this tale, we visit a sleepy coastal town in the North of England, where the locals avoid the beach after dark...

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In the Shadows of the Lane

Do not tarry in the lane,

After sunset stains the sky,

When dead branches weave and writhe

As daylight finally dies

Do not tarry in the lane,

It’s not safe there after dark,

Rumours tell of grasping hands,

And something with skin like bark

Do not tarry in the lane,

When shadows spider the stones,

For stray moonlight might unveil

A thin horror, pale as bones.

Painting - Tree Shadows on the Park Wall. Roundhay Park, Leeds by John Atkinson Grimshaw

Verse by Jim Moon

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Passing an Old House by Moonlight

That old house is still empty,

Though once it was bright with life,

But darkness calls it home now,

Since the master killed his wife.

‘Twas just evil said the judge, 

And so he hung ten years back,

But they say there's blood stains still,

Spattered on walls red and black.

Did something pass that window?

Surely a trick of the light...

And not a hanged man's corpse

Seeking blood to sup tonight…

Painting - Old English House by Moonlight by John Atkinson Grimshaw

Verses by Jim Moon

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