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Post by dem on Jul 11, 2021 8:40:01 GMT
Well, I've just had a look at my bookshelf and I have one spare copy of a slim chapbook of mine from 2009. I can put it in the post if that helps Thank you so much, Sam! Will get around to it shortly! Sam Dawson - A Ghost Story for Christmas (Supernatural Tales, undated; ). Blurb; This booklet is a Yuletide gift for subscribers to Supernatural Tales, in recognition of their support and enthusiasm during the magazine's first ten years of publication. Thank you. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
David Longhorn
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Post by samdawson on Jul 11, 2021 10:21:24 GMT
You don't have to get round to it, DB, it was just meant as a wee gift
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Post by dem on Jul 26, 2021 17:55:15 GMT
Sam Dawson - A Ghost Story for Christmas: Are you one of my children?. Begins with a sweet tribute to 25 December 1973's A Ghost Story for Christmas (a dramatisation of MR James' gore fest, Lost Hearts). That same night, moved into his parents' room to accommodate Nan, Scott is visited by the spectre of a distraught Victorian gent seeking his missing children. Present day, and Scott is spending the holiday at his parents' place, tidying up after widowed mum moved into an Old Folks' home. It's the first Christmas since his separation from Lynne who has unexpectedly agreed the boys can stay overnight with their father until Christmas morning. Before they arrive, he gets to thinking about the apparition he saw all those years ago. Who might he have been? Scott recalls his father researching the history of the house as a retirement project, and retrieves the folder from the attic. He realises intuitively that the ghost is that of Joseph Lark, a shipping clerk who died by his own hand at Christmas 1883, having inexplicably mistaken a bottle of rat poison for laudanum. Before tragedy struck, Joseph had promised to give his children the best Christmas ever, hence his returning each year to find them. The more he delves into the record, the more Scott realises that the Lark household was far from a happy one until it seems apparent that Josephs death was no freak accident, but wilful murder on the part of his sainted wife. And for the reader, the growing fear that history often repeats ... This novella - a bleaker thing than I'd expected and the better for it - would not have been out of place in a seasonal Richard Dalby collection, ideally either Horrors for Christmas or the brilliant Chillers .... File under: Needs reprinting.
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