Showing posts with label ghost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ghost. Show all posts

Monday, 4 August 2025

Green London: Green Park's Grove and Haunted Trees


I celebrated Lammas in London's Green Park with the Tamesis druid group. We celebrated in a peaceful grove while outside our secluded circle of plane trees other members of the public picnicked or relaxed on deck chairs, enjoying a pleasant Saturday in early August. However, a delve into the park's folklore and history reveals the trees hold more secrets than just a meeting of pagans for harvest rites. 

These include a pair with a sinister reputation. One is known as the ‘Tree of Death’. Peter Underwood,  in Haunted London, claimed to have spoken to two park attendants who said they had heard strange sounds coming from the tree: 

"There is the harsh and loud sound of a man’s voice in conversation that ceases almost as soon as you become aware of it. There is a low and cunning laugh that strikes a chill into the hearer, and also a strange and sad groaning sound like that of someone in mortal agony and utter despair."

Another writer, James Clark, in his book also called Haunted London speculates these sounds might come from the ghosts of those who chose to end their lives there. He traced one tale to a book called More Haunted Houses of London by Elliot O'Donnell in 1920. O'Donnell relates that he was walking through Green Park one evening in September 1900 or 1901, when he heard a fiddle being played. The music came from a cluster of trees. He mentioned this to policeman who was passing on his beat, who told him a sad story. 

The officer had, many years earlier, been approached by a distraught fiddler who said he had gone to sleep under the tree, but when he awoke, his instrument had been stolen. The victim refused to leave the area and spent the next few days desperately asking everyone who passed if they had seen his violin. Eventually the poor man hanged himself from a branch. After that, many people said  they heard music coming from that same tree, especially in late September. No one could see who was creating this, except on one occasion the policeman himself thought he saw the figure of the fiddler, sitting beneath the tree, playing. Another ghostly figure has also supposedly been seen standing beside the tree – a tall, watchful being dressed in black, who disappears when approached.

Murderous Woman

Another of Green Park’s trees also has a mysterious legend attached to it. It's called the Pig Tree. I first encountered it one cold December evening on a tour of ghostly London. The guide told my group that the Pig Tree was so called because any man who went to sleep under it either died of fright or was turned into a pig, while any woman who slept there awoke with burning desire to murder men. Of all the tales I was told that night, the Pig Tree was the one that fascinated me most, and I felt compelled to learn more about it - although I've failed to remember exactly which tree it is. 

In  Clark’s book, I learnt a longer version of the tale. According to him, the Pig Tree's name was coined by homeless men who gathered on Green Park’s benches. They would refuse to go near that specific tree, because one of their number died of fright after sleeping beneath it one night. Others claimed to have seen a monstrous figure of a naked white woman with the head of a pig and hate-filled eyes. Although the men were terrified of the tree, women were reportedly drawn to it, but after spending time under its branches, they're filled with murderous hatred for men.

All the accounts I had heard were given from the point of view of men, not women. Perhaps I'd fallen under the spell of the tree myself, but I could see it from another angle. Was this Circe-like figure an empowering feminist archetype rather than a monster? Did the men somehow deserve the fate they met? Which side you choose to believe is up to you. I would also say that on a bright, summer day, Green Park is a lovely spot for a picnic, maybe some forest bathing, or even an afternoon snooze in a deckchair – although you might want to be careful precisely which trees you rest under.

Green London

I've been blogging regularly about London's green spaces in an effort to dispel a prevalent myth in the pagan community that it's just all concrete. Even in the City, which is of course heavily built up, there are still places where nature thrives, while Greater London has huge areas of woods, commons, parks and beautiful gardens.

The pictures on this post were all taken by me from the grove in which I enjoyed a druid ritual. Please do not use them without my permission.

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Thursday, 10 July 2025

Question: Would You Buy a Secondhand Spirit Board?

Would you buy a secondhand spirit board?  

I'm sure a few people reading this think I'm utterly irresponsible for doing so. I've noticed more fear about spirit boards, or Ouija boards, than any other divination tool. 

There's always a risk that a secondhand object will bring some unwanted energy along with it. Spirit boards are, of course, intended to contact spirits, so there's the added concern that any entity the previous owners contacted wasn't fully dismissed and is still sadly lingering.

Nevertheless, I had no hesitation to buy the board pictured above when I saw it for £2 in a charity shop. After I got it home, I gave it a thorough wash using salty water, which is very good for cleansing things. I wouldn't have done that if it was flimsy cardboard - I'd have done a smoke cleansing instead - but this board is pretty solid.

What do you think? Would you buy a secondhand spirit board?  Please leave a comment

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http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2024/11/charity-shop-find-two-tea-leaf-reading.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2025/03/charity-shop-find-witchy-mother-goose.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2025/06/found-for-free-on-swap-shelf-book-of.html
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Monday, 23 December 2024

Reminder to Read my Christmas Ghost Story for Free

If you fancy reading a spooky Yuletide story for free, you can visit Lucya's Substack where I've been serialising my folk horror novel, Christmas Ghosts and the Holly Queen. In the tale, a group of friends seek the joys of Christmas past in an idyllic remote cottage but discover the spectres of bygone times lurk there too. It’s about friendship, folklore and telling ghost stories. 

I started posting instalments about a month ago and so far the events have reached Christmas Eve, when snow has fallen but the characters have become lost in wintry woods. There will be more daily chapters recounting the events of Christmas Day and beyond.

Christmas Ghosts and the Holly Queen features the same main character as Erosion, my first Gothic novel. However, it is a complete story so you don’t need to have read Erosion before you begin. The main character, Alice, sometimes briefly refers to things that happened in the earlier novel. I’m indicating when a spoiler appears so you can skip those paragraphs if you want. You might choose to read Erosion first so you don’t need to avoid spoilers, or you might want to read this freebie to see whether buying Erosion is something you want to do.

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If you want to search for my books, you can go straight to my Lucya Starza author page. I've written on candle magic, poppets, guided visualisations, scrying and the wheel of the year as well as my novel Erosion. You can read an excerpt from Erosion here: http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2024/10/seance-with-skull-from-my-gothic-novel.html

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Tuesday, 10 December 2024

Extract from Christmas Ghosts and the Holly Queen


Here's a short extract from my Yuletide cosy folk horror novel Christmas Ghosts and the Holly Queen, which I am serialised for free on Lucya's Substack. In the novel this is a tale told by a character who is nicknamed Old Nick by the local villagers

“You want me to tell you what life was like 100 years ago. You’re probably thinking I’m not that old, and you might be right, but I can tell you before the war things hadn’t changed much for ever such a long time. I’d get up at 5am, sometimes earlier, even in winter - even on Christmas Eve. The animals still had to be fed and the pens and stables mucked out. We still used horses for some things. 

“Few of the cottages had fireplaces in the bedrooms. We did, in the posh house as you called it, but we couldn’t afford to burn coal frivolously. I’d wake up with ice riming the windows. Breakfast was cold tea and hunk of bread, and I was out before it was light. I’d walk by moonlight, maybe a mile or two. Some of our farmhands travelled further. But I tell you it was beautiful, and I wouldn’t have swapped it for anything. I would rather trudge 10 miles in snow or mud out here than move to the town to work in a factory or whatever. 

“I had the valley to myself as far as I could see as I walked along the lane, past the woods, and over the fields. It was peaceful. You could hear the wind in the trees and maybe an owl hooting or a fox calling to his vixen. Nothing much else. Sometimes I’d wish it would be like that forever, and the world would never change.

“But you want to hear something more interesting, don’t you? You don’t want to just hear an old man reminiscing about the world back when he was a boy. Let me tell you something that happened one Christmas Eve. I must have been, what, 17. I thought myself a man, but I was a lad still really. 

“I’d got up early and out as usual to feed the animals. There was a clear sky and a full moon, and it was piercing cold. I was walking down the lane, like I told you. Frost glittered on everything like it was covered in diamonds. Not that I’d ever seen a diamond, but that sparkle was what I’d imagined them to be like, because nothing could be quite so magical. I was looking forward to finishing work and getting back to the village, because we had fun on Christmas Eve. It was the best time of all the seasons, and I had a sweetheart I was keen to share it with that year.

“As I was strolling along the lane, past the woods, I heard someone call my name. That was unusual because, as I said, I didn’t usually meet another soul on my way to the barn. I looked around, and off in the woods I saw a woman. She obviously knew me, because she called my name, but I’d swear I didn’t know her. I stopped, and said ‘Hello’ and ‘Can I help you?’ and the like. And she said, yes, I could help her. Could I carry a Yule log to her cottage? I looked strong and would I mind?

I didn’t know exactly what a Yule log was, but I guessed it was firewood she needed. I said yes. No one would wish a fellow human to be without a fire over Christmas. She led me off into the woods. I don’t know how far. I thought I knew these woods like the back of my hand, but I swear she took me somewhere I’d never seen before. There was this grove of trees we went to. Huge holly bush at one end covered in red berries, and other trees all around: oak and ash and blackthorn and pine… 

“The log. Yes, it was there in the centre of the grove, and she said this was it, and would I carry it. It was heavy, but I was strong. You don’t work on a farm without building muscle. I hefted up this huge hunk of branch. It wasn’t recently cut – must have fallen in a storm. She told me to follow her to her cottage, so I did. That was a way too, but at last we got there, to this tiny little cottage, deep in the woods. And again I’d never seen it before. 

“She opens the door and leads me inside, and tells me to put the log in the fireplace. It near fills it, but she seems happy enough. I turn to leave and be on my way, but she says: ‘Stay, have a drink, something to warm you.’ And I do. She kindles a fire on that huge log, and brews a drink of herbs that we share. The cottage gets warm, and one thing leads to another… 

“I’m too old-fashioned to relate the saucy details. Let’s just say I wasn’t thinking about my sweetheart, back in the village. Afterwards, I guess I must have fallen asleep or something. I woke up later. Much later. Turns out it was days later. Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day, and all the time until 12th Night had been and gone. I wasn’t in a cottage, and the woman was nowhere to be seen. I was in a grove of trees with a holy bush at one end. Amazing I hadn’t died of cold. 

“Everyone in the village had been searching for me all that time. Worried as hell, of course. But I didn’t tell them what had happened, or about the woman. I don’t reckon they’d have believed me anyway, but that wasn’t the real reason. I had my sweetheart to think of. I was pleased to say she was very happy to find I was alive and well, and I wasn’t going to say anything to spoil that, was I?”

“Did you ever try to find her again?” Debbie asked.

“I tried. Never did.”

Read my Yuletide folk horror tale for free

If you want to read all of Christmas Ghosts and the Holly Queen, you can find the first installment here and read later chapters on the substack as well. You can also subscribe to get posts sent to your inbox.

Get 50 per cent off my other books

My other Gothic novel is called Erosion, and is published by Moon Books which is part of Collective Ink. The company is offering 50 per cent off all e-books until December 31st, including mine. 

All you need to do is:

  • Click here > https://www.collectiveinkbooks.com
  • Choose your e-book(s)
  • Click 'Add to basket for direct download.'
  • Click on your shopping basket
  • Click on 'Do you have a coupon?'
  • Apply promo code WINTER50  and Validate.
  • Proceed to Checkout.

If you want to search for my books, you can go straight to my Lucya Starza author page. I've written on candle magic, poppets, guided visualisations, scrying and the wheel of the year as well as my novel Erosion. You can read an excerpt from Erosion here: http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2024/10/seance-with-skull-from-my-gothic-novel.html

Tuesday, 16 July 2024

It's Official - I'm Writing a New Gothic Novel

Here's the official announcement that I'm writing a new novel. It's another Gothic tale - this time a ghost story set at Christmas. One of the characters also appears in my first published novel: Erosion, but you won't need to have read that in order to enjoy this story. I started writing the new book a couple of months ago and am now up to chapter 8.

I wanted to get at least a quarter of the book finished before announcing it on my blog, just in case I lost momentum. However, I'm pleased with how it's going and hope to have the first draft finished before this Yuletide. Of course I'm using my laptop to write rather than a notebook, but I do still keep an old-fashioned notebook and pen with me to jot down ideas, so the photo at the top isn't completely irrelevant.

I've also taken the decision to blog a bit less frequently until the end of August to give me more time to finish my novel as well as get out and enjoy the summer - weather permitting. Instead of writing 5-6 posts per week, I'll be sharing stuff on A Bad Witch's Blog about 3 times per week, as well as keeping my events page updated, so you can find out what talks and workshops are happening. 

Where to find Erosion and my other books

(Note: I earn commission from some links.)

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http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2024/04/my-gothic-novel-erosion-is-published.html

Monday, 24 July 2023

Green London: St James's Park, a Ghost and a Goddess

I've been blogging about London's green spaces in an effort to dispel a prevalent myth in the pagan community that the city is all concrete. St James’s Park is huge - nearly 57 acres of lawns, flowers, trees and a lovely lake that's home to waterfowl including pelicans. The latter were a gift from the Russian ambassador to King Charles II 400 years ago.

The park lies between Buckingham Palace to the west and Horse Guards to the east, and is one of the poshest of the eight Royal Parks in London. It wasn't always like that. The land was originally a marshy area through which the Tyburn river flowed and the site of a hospital dedicated to St James the Less, which treated "maidens that were leprous". The area was enclosed as a deer park for King Henry VIII in the 1530s. Charles II had it redesigned in a formal style. He opened it to the public and used it very much as a pleasure garden. In that time it was the place to go for causal sexual pick-ups, as described in John Wilmot 2nd Earl of Rochester's highly explicit poem "A Ramble in St James's Park". 

According to legends, the park is haunted by the ghost of a headless woman in a red striped dress. In 1804, George Jones, an officer in the Coldstream Guards told a newspaper:
"...whilst on guard at the Recruit House, about half past one o’clock in the morning, I perceived the figure of a woman, without a head, rise from the earth, at a distance of about three feet before me. I was so alarmed at the circumstance, that I had not power to speak to it, which was my wish to have done; but I distinctly observed that the figure was dressed in a red striped gown, with red spots between each stripe, and that part of the dress and figure appeared to me to be enveloped in a cloud."

Over the years other people have reported similar sightings as well as strange sounds. There's been speculation that the woman was the wife of an 18th century soldier who murdered her by chopping off her head and tried to get rid of the body in the lake.

On the edge of St James's Park, in Waterloo Place, is a gilded statue of Athena, Goddess of Wisdom. She stands on the balcony of the Athenaeum, a private members' club founded in 1824 for professional people in fields such as literature and the arts, science and education. The Athenaeum's website describes Athena as "the Club’s tutelary spirit and guide".

The pelican photo is copyright Sandra Lawrence, the Athenaeum photo is copyright John Davies, the other photos were taken by me, Lucya Starza.

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Tuesday, 28 March 2023

Green London: Blossom amid Skyscrapers & Churches


The City of London is more famous for its buildings than places where grass, flowers and trees grow, but it has some green spaces - or perhaps more pink spaces at the moment. The pictures top and middle show cherry trees in blossom at Aldgate Square and I took them on Saturday morning on my way to an event. 

On one side are towering modern office blocks and on the other the church of St Botolph-without-Aldgate. The square also has a central lawn and raised plant beds. There are places to sit, a water feature and a drinking water fountain. It was redesigned in 2018 to be a more pleasant place to spend some time. Historically, the name Aldgate relates to this being the site of one of the gates into the walled city of London, but it was removed in the 18th century. Botolph is the patron saint of boundaries and of trade. Four medieval London churches were dedicated to him. The one at Aldgate is thought to be the oldest.

There are also gardens close by at St Botolph-without-Bishopsgate, which historically stood by another gate into the city - Bishop's Gate. You can see the church and part of its green space in the photo below, which I took on Sunday evening on my way home. 

For those with an interest in the paranormal, St Botolph-without-Bishopsgate is location of a famous strange incident. Photographer Chris Brackley was taking some snaps inside the church in 1982, accompanied only by his wife and one other person. When he developed the film, the ghostly image of a woman could be seen on the print. A builder who had found old coffins while doing some work on the church, said the woman in the photo resembled that of a well-preserved corpse in one of them. 

This is one of a series of posts I'm doing called Green London, to show that the city has gardens, parks and other places where nature thrives.


Monday, 31 October 2022

Poetry of Witchcraft: Halloween

Here's a poem inspired by the things we get up to at Halloween. I'll admit I sat down to write something serious, about the deities of death, but the words didn't come to me. So, I left that unfinished and switched to carving a turnip lantern for a Samhain rite I was taking part in (not the one in the photo). Then I wrote the following, far more playful poem:

Halloween

Light a candle or a fire
'Gainst the darkness of the year.
Tell yourself it's time again
To face the things you fear.

Wear the masks of monsters,
Make merry with the dead,
Tell tales of ghostly horrors
'Til you're scared to go to bed.

Previous poetry of witchcraft links
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2022/06/poetry-of-witchcraft-circes-test.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2022/07/poetry-of-witchcraft-goddess-who-lights.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2022/08/poetry-of-witchcraft-spell-for.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2022/08/the-poetry-of-witchcraft-crone.html

Tuesday, 6 September 2022

Review: ASSAP's Seriously Strange Conference


It was great to be back at a weekend-long in-person conference on the weird. Seriously Strange celebrated 40 years of ASSAP - the Association for the Scientific Study of Anomolous Phenomena. There were talks on the paranormal community itself, UFOs, demonic possession, Gothic literature, criptids and ghosts, among other things. Actually, there were a lot of talks on ghosts of all kinds, from how to study them to famous cases of hauntings to a machine that gave people a ghostly experience. 

Before Covid, Assap ran two-day conferences and a series of one-day events on specific subjects, including Seriously Bewitched on witchcraft and Seriously Enchanted on fairies. Over the past two years there have been weekly online talks on a huge variety of subjects via Zoom. They've all been great, but it was particularly enjoyable to socialise with real people inbetween talks, in the bar and at the gala dinner on the Saturday evening. 

Seriously Strange took place at the University of Bath on September 3 and 4. The picture at the top shows the panel discussion, where people could but questions to the speakers. The one lower down shows the gala dinner at the Huntsman pub in the town centre. 

Assap's Zoom talks take place on Thursday evenings at 7pm and are free for members with a link emailed out each week. To find out more or join ASSAP for £5 per year visit http://www.assap.ac.uk/.

Links to write-ups of previous Assap events
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2016/09/highlights-of-assaps-seriously-strange.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2017/05/seriously-monstrous-dragons-more-than.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2016/03/witches-and-faeries-assaps-seriously.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2016/11/seriously-suspicious-conspiracies-helen.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2015/11/seriously-bewitched-joan-wytte-and.html

Monday, 30 May 2022

What Do You Do When Others See Things You Can't?

What do you do when others say they can see strange things, but you can't? And how do you classify it? 

When I invited people to suggest things for me to write about on A Bad Witch's Blog, Fiona was the first to reply. She wrote:

"Seeing things that are not there. Or rather looking for things that someone can see but not you. Physical things that people are sure they have seen but are not apparent to anyone else. Not necessarily ghosts. Perhaps buildings or items or animals.

" When I was a chld , if I was in a bad mood, my mother would say "You've got the monkey on your back". Probably a throwback to demons, but some people claim to see such things.

"What would this be classed as? (Probably covering various disciplines here)."

I think it's a very interesting question and one I've thought about when scrying alongside other witches or teaching divination classes. When people look into a crystal ball, dark mirror or cauldron of water for answers to questions or clues about what the future might hold, the psychic impressions they get are personal. With that kind of psychic work, I've not yet found a way of completely experiencing what others are experiencing, even though we might be staring into the same cauldron of water. Afterwards everyone is likely to say they got different messages. Some will be adamant they saw nothing except what was physically there, some will report vague psychic impressions, some will say they saw movie-like scenes played out before their eyes. They're all valid responses.

When Fiona put her question on my Facebook author page, Gaybrielle replied: "My belief is that we see whatever is meant for us. This past year I've lost that notion that people will think I'm crazy if I speak of my gifts, and that's what it is, A gift, to hear, see, feel all the magick. I'm in tune now."

That's a good response. When I'm scrying with others I don't question what they say they experienced. It doesn't matter if they saw something that couldn't be recorded with a camera or if the images were only in the mind. What's important is that they found something in answer to their question. They can mull over the symbolism and significance and what that might mean to them personally. It's their truth and only matters to them.

Ghosts, Demons and Scammers

My attitude is different when people are trying to make money out of things they claim they've seen that others can't. I very much object to fraudulent mediums taking advantage of the bereaved by claiming they can contact people or animals who have passed when all they are doing is cold reading. They aren't seeing into the spirit realm, they're making high-probability guesses and picking up on things like body language. 

I'm definitely not saying all mediums are fraudulent or that no one can see ghosts. I've experienced what I believe is contact with spirits myself and it's very common for someone who has lost a loved one to sense their continued presence. Again, I accept what they say. It's their truth and I'm not going to try to strip that away from them. I regard people's pesonal spiritual beliefs as their own business. I only get into debunker mode if someone's trying to con other people.

Another scam is supposed psychics claiming they can see someone has a negative energy attached to them, or even a demon. The scammer then says they can get rid of the attachment at a price. Be very, very wary if anyone tries to get you to pay for this kind of service. If you're worried you might have an unwanted "monkey on your back", my advice is do some cleansing rituals. Put salt into your bathwater. Do a smoke cleansing of your home. Open the doors and windows then get a broom and visualise sweeping negative energy out. Tell the unwanted house guest to go. Those inexpensive techniques are probably all you need. 

Classification

Fiona asked how you classify things you can't see but others claim they can. Second sight is probably the closest general term for the power to perceive things that aren't physically present. There might be better terms to use - if you can think of one, please leave a comment.

I hope that went some way to covering the topic - and thanks very much to Fiona for suggesting it. Also thanks to Gaybrielle for her response. 

The picture shows a pentagram charm viewed through a crystal ball

Thursday, 23 December 2021

Interview with Tylluan Penry, Welsh Witch and Author

Here's an interview with witch and author Tylluan Penry, whose latest work is a short horror story in a collection called Among the Headstones: Creepy Tales from the Graveyard

Q: I've heard you talk at Witchfest about growing up in a Welsh village where folk magic practices were the norm. Would you like to tell us about this?

A: Well, I grew up in a Welsh city initially (Cardiff) but it was surprising how much folklore and folk magic persisted even then. When I was a child, I loved chatting to our older neighbours and sometimes they would let slip bits and pieces that were definitely pagan and magical in nature although they didn’t like answering direct questions very much! It was a bit like piecing together a jigsaw puzzle without a picture on the box. My father was keen on folklore and local history, so I learned a lot from him too, although his real interest was alchemy. 

On my mother’s side, I came from a family of witches, but all they ever did was hex. It was very scary because they had no moral brakes, so if they bore a grudge, for example, they just acted on it. I was always afraid my mother would kill me and bury me under the cabbages.  She did in fact put me in hospital with one of her hexes. It was a horrible experience especially as I was pregnant at the time.  

I never understood why my family were like that. Yes, I learned some things from them, but also realised that I didn’t want to follow their path, so eventually I struck out on my own. This grew into what I called ‘Seeking the Green’ which was the title of my first book about paganism. My path became more nature based, and I have always enjoyed it.

However, leaving that sort of family group was a bit like being in the Mafia. You couldn’t choose to leave. They didn’t allow it.  This was what made me research and practise psychic self defence. It was necessary for myself and my young family and this explains my interest in the darker side of magic and witchcraft. Sometimes we need to know what’s out there so we can protect ourselves. 

Although I can’t say that folk practices were the norm everywhere, I do remember one day when my mother was up to her tricks again and my much loved mother in law (who was not a witch and actually went to church) rolled up her sleeves and told me to get some old shoes. She threw these on our open fire (we had open hearths in the house back in those days) along with a LOT of table salt. (Actually you have to be careful throwing salt on the fire, it’s a bit risky because it spits in the flames). Anyway, my mother in law stood there, muttering over the flames (I really wish I’d been able to hear what she said, but she never told me) but obviously it was something she believed would drive the ‘evil’ out. And it worked.

So yes, I think there was a lot of folk magic back then. It wasn’t always talked about, but it was there all the same, and when necessary, people would do what was needed. There were tin baths that foretold the snow, pictures flying off the walls foretelling deaths, ghostly white hands knocking at the windows.  Not really horror, but close.   

Q: Your story  ‘The Legend of Merv the Swerve’ (published in the anthology Among the Headstones: Creepy Tales from the Graveyard) contains many elements of Welsh folklore and tradition. What inspired you to write this story?

A: The story is an amalgamation of tales I’d heard years ago (My husband worked in a cemetery during the summer holidays when he was a student), and they just grew from there, mixed up with plenty of local bits and pieces. I keep notes of anything I’ve heard (on buses, in shops, on the street) that strike me as funny or surreal. I live in the Rhondda Valley now, (it’s the area where they filmed the series ‘Stella’) and I really love the way people can tell stories without even trying. They’ll start off, ‘Do you remember Mrs Jones…’ and it flows on from there.  Plus of course I love the nicknames. They usually rhyme, so in this story there is Merv the Swerve, but also a cat called Cledwyn the Bedouin.  The nicknames can open up huge narratives by themselves. Some are mentioned in the opening paragraphs of the story. 

I mention in my biography that I live opposite a large cemetery, which is famous for its many, large stone angels, hence the stone angel in Merv the Swerve although the incident with the golf ball actually happened, only in a different cemetery (in the next valley across from me).   

Q: On what Welsh customs, myths and traditions did you draw for this story?

A: You’ll find most of the myths in the opening paragraph, such as the way we call mist dragon’s breath, or the long legged man stalking through the valley… they are all real traditions, things I heard about when I was growing up. I tried to weave snippets into the story, without making it seem too forced.  

Q: What led you to becoming a full-time witch and author?  

A: As I’ve said, I was brought up in a family of witches, and branched out on my own, because I didn’t like the sort of things they did. They were extremely powerful, especially my mother who was blessed with power but little or no moral compass. It’s an awful combination. But the pagan aspects of the spirituality stuck with me, and I love that. 

As for why I became an author, I have been writing since I was about six. I just love it. It was an escape for me from a very unhappy childhood.  I haven’t written short stories in several years, so it was lovely to write ‘Merv the Swerve’ for Rayne’s anthology. I really enjoyed myself and I hope it shows.  I’ve always been a bit irreverent!

With my non-fiction, as my children grew older, I realised they might be a bit witchy, but they were not very interested in following my path. I then thought about other solitaries, struggling on their own paths, and decided I would write about my own journey so they could pick up where I left off. (Actually, I have a small, very witchy granddaughter who seems to instinctively understand magic, which is quite awe inspiring for me!  Perhaps the witchcraft has missed a generation!)

The reason I sometimes write fiction is that my children used to like me to write stories for them. I would then read them aloud (something else I enjoy) and make sure that each section ended on a bit of a cliff-hanger so they wanted me to read more to them the next day.  I try to include elements of paganism, folklore, horror and witchcraft in all the stories, although it’s a bit of a balancing act to ensure I don’t overdo it.

Q: I know you have written a book on psychic self-defence: The Essential Guide to Psychic Self Defence. Tell us about this. 

A: I learned a great deal on this topic when I was trying to get away from my mother’s family.  This book gave me free reign to delve into the darker aspects of the Craft. I then began helping other people who felt they were under psychic attack (it’s much more common than we might think.) Psychic attacks are many and varied but usually follow a similar pattern which is good because we only need a handful of methods to deal with most of them. 

It’s easy to learn just a few methods of psychic self-defence and to learn them well. That gives us confidence and confidence makes it so much easier to defeat any attack.

I always feel that being prepared is one of the best things we can do to protect ourselves. We don’t need to be paranoid, just aware. The book’s chapter on psychic armour is very useful as are the sections on cleansing and psychic protection. I try to deal with just about everything that might be an attack (even vampires and werewolves), and then go on to explain the main methods for dealing with them. 

I built up an extensive set of case notes built up over the years, and was able to draw on some of these situations and remedies in my book. Most psychic attacks come from living human beings rather than supernatural entities and are fuelled by jealousy and spite rather than malevolent entities.

Q: What are your best tips for psychic self-defence and protection against potentially harmful supernatural entities?

A: The main defences are very simple: cleansing, protection and laughter. That last one is important because we must not show fear, no matter how bad the attack seems.  Psychic attacks feed off fear. Psychic self-defence may require lengthy cleansing and protective work, but it’s the best way to banish whatever is out there. Cleansing can be as simple as spring cleaning, or involve salt, incense, bells etc. Bells are my favourite method. You can feel the atmosphere changing when you ring them.

Q: What personal experiences have you had in dealing with ghosts or spirits of people who have passed?

A: My childhood home was very haunted, and I think remains so. Some houses absorb negative energies over time, and they can take a lot of cleansing.  Seeing ghosts however, isn’t a big deal when you’ve seen enough of them. We also have a House Brownie here who is good at finding things but takes most of my spoons. My present home is also very haunted but it doesn’t bother me. We hear footsteps, knocking at doors, ringing a bell, occasional ghostly figures… there is even ‘someone’ who regularly types sentences on my phone and my computer (a bit like the Dodleston Messages). That can be a bit creepy. The important thing is to communicate with these entities, recognising that we have our space and they have theirs. If they promise to not frighten us, then we must do our best to avoid annoying them. 

To do this, it’s vital to be firm; don’t show fear, but do show respect. Most times this will work. Although some ghosts and spirits like to frighten people, most don’t.  Their power is nothing like as great as we might think. And don’t forget that the living can cause many paranormal events too!

Q: How does your knowledge of real-world magic influence the fiction you write? Or are your fantasy and horror stories derived purely from your imagination? 

A: There’s obviously a lot of imagination needed in order to write fiction, though I do deliberately include magic, and sometimes horror.  It’s such a big part of my life that I couldn’t leave it out, although I don’t want to appear ‘preachy’ with it, just to let it gently seep through the pages. Magic can happen silently, it’s not just about rituals and chants. My book Magic on the Breath deals with casting spells without even speaking, just allowing the intention to pass out of us on the breath.

Q: What message do you have for readers of A Bad Witch's Blog?

A: Be yourself. Don’t let others make you feel you have to be ‘doing’ witchcraft all the time in order to be a witch. Sometimes we need a break. Sometimes our path will change or grind to a halt. It doesn’t matter. When you’re a solitary you learn from others but practise to please yourself. 

It’s a bit like writing: never stop practising, never stop learning. 

About the Author

Tylluan Penry is a pagan solitary witch who has devoted much of her life to teaching about the Craft. She was born and brought up in a family of witches (on her mother’s side) although all they ever did was hex. It was a horror story in its own right! When she managed to leave this tradition (and her family, though it wasn’t easy) she moved on to develop her own solitary path which she called ‘Seeking the Green.’ Over the years she has developed this further and written about many topics including Ice Age spirituality, the Anglo-Saxons, knot magic and magic on the breath. 

She is married, has a large family, including grandchildren, dogs, and lives in a rather ramshackle home with an overgrown garden, together with ghosts, spirits and the Gentle Folk. There is a huge cemetery opposite her home which ought to be scary but is actually very serene and peaceful. She has always loved writing, and wrote her first (very) short story when she was six, soon progressing to full-length stories. She has now written almost 30 books, both fiction and non-fiction. Most can be found here: https://shop.thewolfenhowlepress.com/

Some of her fiction is on Kindle under the name T P Penry. Her chapter in the anthology, ‘Among the Headstones’ is based firmly in Wales, with a smattering of golf balls, gravestones and the Highway Code. She has always believed that creepy stories need a good pinch of humour in order to work well (at least, in her experience.)

Tylluan also has a YouTube Channel, with more than two hundred videos about solitary witchcraft here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC48MN8sa7_lFsBX9v2ZAeAg/videos

About Among the Headstones: Creepy Tales from the Graveyard

Among the Headstones: Creepy Tales from the Graveyard edited by Rayne Hall, presents 27 of the finest - and creepiest - graveyard tales with stories by established writers, classic authors and fresh voices.

Here you'll find Gothic ghost stories by Robert Ellis, Lee Murray, Greg Chapman, Morgan Pryce, Rayne Hall, Guy de Maupassant, Myk Pilgrim, Zachary Ashford, Amelia Edwards, Nina Wibowo, Krystal Garrett, Tylluan Penry, Ambrose Bierce, Cinderella Lo, Nikki Tait, Arthur Conan Doyle, Priscilla Bettis, Kyla Ward, Edgar Allan Poe, Paul D Dail, Cameron Trost, Pamela Turner, William Meikle and Lord Dunsany who thrill with their eerie, macabre and sometimes quirky visions.

You'll visit graveyards in Britain, Indonesia, Russia, China, Italy, Bulgaria, Thailand, USA, Australia, South Africa and Japan, and you can marvel at the burial customs of other cultures.

Now let's open the gate - can you hear it creak on its hinges? - and enter the realm of the dead. Listen to the wind rustling the yew, the grating of footsteps on gravel, the hoo-hoo-hoo of the collared dove. Run your fingers across the tombstones to feel their lichen-rough sandstone or smooth cool marble. Inhale the scents of decaying lilies and freshly dug earth.

But be careful. Someone may be watching your every movement... They may be right behind you.

Purchase Link: mybook.to/Headstones

The ebook is available for pre-order from Amazon at the special offer price of 77p (99 cents in the US) until 31 January 2022. (After that date, the price will go up.)  A paperback will follow. 

Monday, 6 December 2021

Book Extract: Take me to St Roch's - A Ghost Tale

I love a good Gothic tale and here's an extract from the ghost story 'Take me to St Roch's', set in a Sussex cemetery. It's from the book Among the Headstones: Creepy Tales from the Graveyard, edited by Rayne Hall, offering 27 Gothic ghost stories by established writers, classic authors and fresh voices.  

The night was silent around the 13th century Norman stone church. Jean unlatched the heavy wooden gate. It creaked on its unoiled hinges. Jean’s feet crunched gravel with every step. Anne moved without a noise. 

In the blaze of the headlights the tree stems threw stripes across the ground, black on grey. Tombstones stood as pale pillars. 

Anne pointed to her chosen spot. 

Jean braced herself and ducked into the darkness of the deep-hanging branches. She hung her gabardine jacket over a crumbling tombstone, and placed her black pumps neatly next to it. Wind brushed her arms and neck, soft but cold. Kneeling, with her skirt tight around her legs, she stabbed the nail file at the earth to break it up. Fortunately weeks of persistent autumn rains had softened the local clay soil. When she pulled out the first tuft of grass, its roots teemed with silvery maggots. 

Already, the twin lights from the car were dimming. Moisture seeped through her skirt and tights and chilled her knees. Her scalp itched. Despite the prevailing chill, sweat trickled from her armpits down her sides. 

Her fingers groped their way in the cold slippery ground. The smell of fresh earth blended with the odour of dusty museums, of moor and decay. She touched something hard, sucked her breath in and examined the pale sliver. Probably a piece of bone from an earlier burial.

The light grew faint. 

Above, something rustled in the silver-grey leaves. The twigs of the trees beckoned like skeleton fingers, withered and pale. 

The church stood high and still, an indifferent observer.

“Would you mind talking?” Jean asked the girl. Even a ghost’s voice was better than the void. “Tell me about what life was like in your day. Please.”

“Dig faster.”

Jean was already burrowing as fast as two bare hands and a nail-file allowed. She clawed and shovelled, shutting her mind to the question about how long it would take to dig a hole big enough to hold an adult body. 

Then the light was gone and darkness descended. 

The wind died away, and the silence became as suffocating as the darkness. There was no sound now but the thudding of earth on earth, and the occasional rustling of nettles against the fence. 

As Jean’s eyes adapted to the darkness, recognising its shades of grey, she could see the gravestones again. They stood erect in rows, large ones and small ones side by side like families in a procession.

“Don’t look. Keep going,” urged the girl.

Don’t look at what? Jean strained to see. Was it the stones that were moving, or ghosts, approaching slowly, a bold noiseless army?

All further speculation was cut short. Something cracked, the sound of breaking stones, of a tomb bursting into pieces, and white silhouettes emerged everywhere.

“Dig, dig!” Ann stamped her foot on the ground. “You’re nearly done. Don’t let me down. They won’t harm you, it’s me they hate...”

“They?” Clutching her nail-file, Jean scanned the surroundings for an escape route. Ghosts were rising everywhere. 

“My sweetheart’s family,” the girl stated flatly. “They begrudge me the Christian burial. They don’t want me to lie next to their only son. Hurry up.”

Already, a dozen pale spectres approached in slow silence. 

Jean leaped out of the hollow to run.

The ghost clamped an icy hand around Jean’s arm. “Don’t stop now. You’re nearly done. Once I’m buried, they’ve lost and will leave us alone.”

Proving her point, she curled in the shallow hole. It would just take a few more inches. 

Jean dropped to her knees again to burrow in feverish fear. When she looked up, the spectres were looming above, wrapped in white tatters. Many had ugly swellings at the neck, and eczema covered their limbs like purple roses. Smells of cadaver and pus made Jean retch.

“They’ve... they’ve got the plague, haven’t they?”

“It got them eventually,” Anne said. “Hurry up.”

A one-armed old man limped close, leaning over the grave. Purple nodes dotted his face, black blisters his swollen lips. A lifeless tongue hung out of his mouth, black and tainted with gore. Jean shrank deeper into the grave, where Anne was already cowering in the foetal position, her face buried in her arms.

From above, many inflamed, swollen eyes stared at her. Arms, full of open sores, reached out. Could they infect her with their touch? Had she been digging her own grave?

“Dig,” the girl screamed. Her cold fist hammered Jean’s legs. “They murdered me and my brother! Save me!” 

Jean carved and tossed soil with bare fingers. She had to get the girl underground before the other ghosts reached her. Sweat drenched her blouse and blended with the dirt to dark smear. 

Another inch down. And another. 

Already several pairs of stinking arms reached out from above.

“Enough. Now cover me.” 

With both hands, Jean heaped earth on the slight form. Then she closed her eyes, and ran right through the cluster of ghosts, feeling their repulsive bodies touch hers, their fingers claw at her clothes. Breathless, she made it to the car. 

She slid into the seat, slammed the door shut, shifted the gear to second, turned the key in the ignition. Rrr-rtch. Rrr-rtch

On the third try, the motor jerked to life. She sped away from St. Roch’s, away from Seelsden, back onto the main road she should never have left. 

This is just one of the tales from the book, by Rayne Hall, alongside others by Robert Ellis, Lee Murray, Greg Chapman, Morgan Pryce, Guy de Maupassant, Myk Pilgrim, Zachary Ashford, Amelia Edwards, Nina Wibowo, Krystal Garrett, Tylluan Penry, Ambrose Bierce, Cinderella Lo, Nikki Tait, Arthur Conan Doyle, Priscilla Bettis, Kyla Ward, Edgar Allan Poe, Paul D Dail, Cameron Trost, Pamela Turner, William Meikle and Lord Dunsany.

The ebook is available for pre-order from Amazon at the special offer price of 77p (99 cents in the US) until 31 January. (After that date, the price will go up.)  A paperback will follow. 


Tuesday, 30 November 2021

Yule Ghost Tales: The Mystery of the Penny Whistle

This is actually a bit of a mystery. Yesterday, quite out of the blue I found this penny whistle with my name on it. It was very dusty, but seems to work okay. Not that I'm particularly skilled at playing the penny whistle, but notes came out when I blew it and put my fingers over the holes. Maybe that was a mistake - I'm sure everyone's read the MR James horror story for Christmas, "Oh, Whistle, and I'll Come to You, My Lad".

In the tale, the main character is away at the coast on holiday. He finds a whistle, but after blowing it is relentlessly haunted by something clothed in "pale, fluttering draperies" and later by mysteriously tangled bed sheets. He escapes the ghostly creature by throwing the whistle into the sea.

Now, the curious thing is, yesterday I was staying at the coast. Admittedly I was staying in a bedroom that I've slept in before, but I have no recollection of owning that penny whistle. I guess it must be mine - it has my name on it - but I don't remember buying it or being given it or ever owning it. Most things have rational explanations, and I'm sure my discovery must have one too. Don't you agree?

Previous related posts
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2011/10/review-collected-ghost-stories.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2010/01/review-on-monsters-history-of-our-fears.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2013/12/yule-ghost-tales-most-haunted-house-in.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2011/05/spooks-and-spectres-at-michelham-priory.html

Thursday, 22 July 2021

Pagan Eye: Strange Things Among Us Spirit Photography

This photograph was taken by a friend of mine, Steve Dempsey, at Strange Things Among Us, the 2021 Summer Exhibition at the College of Psychic Studies in London. 

The exhibition is a display of art, photographs and artefacts showing how the invisible has been portrayed from Victorian times to the present day. It aims to make people think about what we cannot normally see, such as energies, auras, souls, visions, spirits and ghosts. Steve said his photograph of part of the display shows spirit photography and William Blake. 

The exhibition is open from  Tuesday to Sunday, 11am to 5pm, until 6 August. The College of Psychic Studies is at 16 Queensberry Place, London, SW7 2EB. Tickets are free, but you can register your interest in attending at the website: https://www.collegeofpsychicstudies.co.uk/

On each Pagan Eye post, I show a photo that I find interesting, with a few words about it. I'm not quite sure what I'll be including - it could be a seasonal image, a pagan site, an event, or just a pretty picture.

If you want to send me a photo for a Pagan Eye post, please email it to badwitch1234@gmail.com Let me know what the photo shows and whether you want your name mentioned or not. For copyright reasons, the photo must be one you have taken yourself and you must confirm that you are submitting it for A Bad Witch's Blog.

The photo is copyright Steve Dempsey

Previous related posts
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2019/07/pagan-eye-debras-story-about-moon-at.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2019/02/pagan-eye-tarot-art-exhibition-at.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2021/03/pagan-eye-house-of-stories-by-imelda.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2021/07/pagan-eye-kuan-yin-statue-at-garden-pool.html

Tuesday, 9 March 2021

Ghosts: A Look at Famous Haunted Casinos

There are casinos all over the world. Las Vegas isn’t the only place that’s home to lots of land-based casinos. That’s because lots of people enjoy playing casino games. But not all casinos have a good history. Some have had tragic events and catastrophes that left a mark. These casinos are said to be haunted and anyone who dares can pay them a visit. 

Nowadays, most casino games are available online. Variants of poker, blackjack, roulette, and lots of slots are available at more than one online casino. Just have a look at this webpage and you’ll see what’s on offer. Just remember to enjoy these sites responsibly.

If you’re a brave soul who isn’t afraid of haunted places, then here are some haunted casinos for you:

The Hard Rock Hotel and Casino

This is just the first of several haunted casinos. It’s based in New Jersey, in the USA, and there have been several complaints about ghost sightings. One of the most notable ones is a ghost that has a toupee and orange skin. It’s rumoured that this was a former guest who stayed on the tenth floor and committed suicide. With a skin colour like that, it’s hard to miss such a ghost.

Bally’s Resort and Casino

The thing that makes Bally’s Resort and Casino haunted is the fact that it was built over another Las Vegas casino with a tragic past. The previous establishment was known as the MGM Grand Hotel and it was destroyed by a fire in the 80s. The investigation showed that 85 people lost their lives in the fire, which makes this a tragic event.

Some even jumped out of the windows to save themselves from the fire. After Bally’s Resort and Casino was built there have been sightings of groups of people running throughout the hallways, which might be the ghosts of the deceased.

The Flamingo Hotel and Casino

It’s no secret that the mob financed some of the casinos in Las Vegas and by doing so it helped build them. This meant that they had a nice share of the profit. The Flamingo Hotel and Casino is one such establishment. Bugsy Siegel is the notorious made man that was behind this casino. Back in his day, he was a force to be reckoned with.

He was known for his brutality and an exquisite choice of clothes. In other words, he was a dapper gangster who you didn’t want to be on the bad side of. His brutal way of life led to his death. But he was so tied to the hotel that his ghost decided to stay.

Both guests and staff have reported seeing Bugsy around the hotel. His memorial is one of the places he appears in, as is the Presidential Suite in the hotel. He was also seen near the wedding chapel, which was the place where his apartment used to be.

Other Hauntings

These are only some of the haunted casinos of the world. Naturally, there are many more, and if you know of one, do leave a comment. It is always worthwhile checking to see if a hotel has a ghostly reputation if you’re easily scared, since staying in a haunted bedroom is not for the faint-hearted.

Thursday, 24 December 2020

Review: Hauntology - Ghosts of Futures Past

Christmas Eve is a time for ghost stories, so here's a review of a book about them. Mind you, Hauntology - Ghosts of Futures Past by Merlin Coverley is about more than tales of spirits coming back from the dead. Hauntology is the concept that pretty much anything virtual - as in not physically existing - can become a spectral visitation. That includes ghost stories, of course. The book starts with a look at Dickens, and goes on to cover MR James, Arthur Machen and several other authors of classic spooky fiction. But there's a lot more.

The idea of hauntology is that we are all haunted by our memories of the past and nostalgia for bygone times, and by our hopes that died yet refused to rest quiet. Oh and yes, the book does look at beliefs in the esoteric and paranormal too - as well as psychology and theories of post-modern social disconnectedness. Publisher Oldcastle says on its website:

"Ghosts and spectres, the eerie and the occult. Why is contemporary culture so preoccupied by the supernatural, so captivated by the revenants of an earlier age, so haunted? The concept of Hauntology has evolved since first emerging in the 1990s, and has now entered the cultural mainstream as a shorthand for our new-found obsession with the recent past. But where does this term come from and what exactly does it mean?

"This book seeks to answer these questions by examining the history of our fascination with the uncanny from the golden age of the Victorian ghost story to the present day. From Dickens to Derrida, MR James to Mark Fisher; from the rise of Spiritualism to the folk horror revival, Hauntology traces our continuing engagement with these esoteric ideas. Moving between the literary and the theoretical, the visual and the political, Hauntology explores our nostalgia for the cultural artefacts of a past from which we seem unable to break free."

The term hauntology was apparently coined by French philosopher Jacques Derrida in the 1990s, when he wrote about the "spectre" of Marxism and its legacy. The term got taken up by Mark Fisher, a cultural theorist, first to describe the work of artists and musicians then to describe the effect of pretty much anything unreal that impinges on reality. He wrote: "think of hauntology as the agency of the virtual." 

Coverley also describes techniques of hauntology as being a way to explore our perceptions of time - past, present and future - in a similar way to how psychogeography is a way of exploring our perceptions of place. They are connected through concepts like ley line theory and deep history. I was very much inspired by his earlier book called Psychogeography, and I'm pretty sure I'll be inspired by Hauntology too. I look forward to hunting out the ghosts of futures past in whatever strange new world we will find in a hopefully post-plague-year London of 2021.

You can view Hauntology on Amzon and on uk.bookshop.com.

Sunday, 25 October 2020

Halloween Games: Mysterium - Ghostly Murder Mystery


As well as celebrating Samhain as a pagan festival, I also like the spooky fun of secular Halloween. And while Halloween parties might be cancelled this year, playing games can still be done even if you only have a small number of people in your household. One of my favourite Halloween-themed games is Mysterium, which is about a haunted house in which a murder took place. 

The idea is that one of the players is the ghost of the murder victim, and the others are psychics trying to find out who killed them, where, and with what object. The ghost can only communicate by giving the other players cards with dream-like pictures on that give clues. They have to guess the right answers before the in-game clock reaches a certain time, with each round being representing an hour on that clock. The mechanics are sort of a cross between Dixit and Cluedo, if you are familiar with those games.

Mysterium is for up to 7 players aged 10 and over. I used to think that it was only good with a large number, but recently my husband and I tried the two-player rules. It works quite well, even though it is a bit different to the standard game. If you are all on your own, there's even an online version you can download as an app and play against an AI. 


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Thursday, 28 November 2019

Haunted Landscape: Magic, Monsters and Folklore

On Saturday 23 November, The London Fortean Society returned to the Haunted Landscape, its semi-annual one-day symposium on the folklore of the British Isles.

As usual, it was a brilliant day. This year the talks were on monsters, fairies, ghosts, witches' familiars, protection magic,  and strange annual customs in rural villages.

In the first talk, folklorist Doc Rowe looked at The Rites and Wrongs of Autumn, with the help of pictures and videos of events, including tar barrel burning in Devon's Ottery St Mary, the Abbots Bromley Horn Dance and numerous less well known but equally odd customs. He explained that these are living and changing customs, rather than ossified rituals. New songs get sung, new costumes are introduced and procession routes change. Also, few are quite as ancient as popular belief maintains.

Christopher Hadley, author of the book Hollow Places: An Unusual History of Land and Legend, then talked about his research into the story behind Piers Shonks, whose tomb in a Hertfordshire church bears the legend of supposed dragon-slaying in the Middle Ages. It was a fascinating insight into how tales of dragons grow, but Christopher Hadley didn't relate the entire story. Instead he encouraged listeners to buy his book, which I might be tempted to do. You can view Hollow Places on Amazon.

The talk I was most looking forward to was that of Dr Victoria Carr on English Witches and their Familiars. She looked at several witchcraft trials from the 16th and 17th centuries that involved both women and men making deals with magical creatures and sending them to create mischief. This is a subject I'm particularly interested in at the moment, so I will write up a longer account of Dr Carr's talk later.

The Croglin Grange Vampire was the subject of  Deborah Hyde's talk. The story goes that in 1875, a vampire removed the lead in a windowpane to let himself into a remote, rented farmhouse in Cumberland, and bit the throat of the young woman sleeping within. Attacks stopped when her brothers tracked the creature to a local crypt. Deborah Hyde showed that the house and church in the story had probably really existed, and also discussed reasons people believe in the undead. Deborah Hyde is a brilliant speaker and I always look forward to her talks. She is the editor of The Skeptic magazine, but also an expert on vampire folklore.

While English vampires are uncommon, English werewolves are rarer. Dr Samantha George looked at the tale of Old Stinker, the Hull Werewolf. This involves modern sightings of a wolf-like man near a remote ditch. She believes werewolf stories are rare in England because wolves are long extinct here, but the new story could be due to a resurgence of interest in them. Dr George is the author of In the Company of Wolves, due to be published in 2020.

Brian Hoggard looked at Magical House Protection: The Archaeology of Counter-Witchcraft. He is the author of a book of that name, and in his talk looked at witch-bottles, dried cats, horse skulls, written charms, protection marks, and concealed shoes, which were all used widely to repel, divert or trap negative energies. You can view Magical House Protection on Amazon.

Following on was a talk called England's Historic Graffiti: Voices Preserved in Stone, by Crystal Hollis. She covered some of the same material as Brian Hoggard, as many examples of graffiti are protection marks. However, there are also many other examples. Her advice was, if you spot some historic marks on walls, don't touch them as that can wear them away. Photograph them using an oblique light source to best record them.

Dr Richard Sugg talked about fairies causing mischief, particularly in Ireland, and put forward the idea that many accounts of these activities might instead be the work of poltergeists. He is the author of Fairies: A Dangerous History, which you can view on Amazon. Paul Devereux also talked about fairies and how sightings of them related to death roads, where coffins were traditionally carried across country to churchyards for burial. He is a prolific author, but you can view Spirit Roads: An Exploration of Otherworldly Routes on Amazon.

The Haunted Landscape ended with Roar by Blanc Sceol, described as "A performative intervention exploring the other-worldly sounds of the ‘bullroarer' ‘buzzer’ ‘hummer’ ‘bummer’, using replicas of specimens found across the British Isles."

London Fortean Society hosts talks throughout the year. You can find the programme of events here:
http://forteanlondon.blogspot.com/