Happy Birthday, Patrick O’Brien

It was a pleasant October day, and meat business tycoon Patrick O’Brien was comfortably slumped over his business’ financial records in the library of his Warwickshire mansion. Just then, his servant Cordell entered the room, disturbing his piece. In his hand was an envelope. Patrick knew immediately what it was. It was the worst thingContinue reading “Happy Birthday, Patrick O’Brien”

To Consult a Medium

There was a noticeable chill in the air and the ocean didn’t seem that inviting; but that didn’t stop people from visiting the popular sea-side resort of Preschester-On-Sea, home to the longest pier in the world. Among the people visiting the iconic pier, were Dave and Sarah Peterson and Terome and Esmeralda Lancaster, Sarah’s parents;Continue reading “To Consult a Medium”

The Funeral

It was a sunny September morning in Bishops Sedgecester in Kent, and the local church was packed full of people wanting to bid a final farewell to a man who lived for 46 years in Bishops Sedgecester, despite having lived in Sussex for 30 years; Terrence Peterson. “I see that Steve hasn’t graced us withContinue reading “The Funeral”

Goodbye, Mr Peterson

It was a pleasant August afternoon, and Dave, Sarah, Will, and Eleanor Peterson, Dave’s parents Mary and Terrence, and Dave’s brother Jeff were sitting in the living room of Mary and Terrence’s gorgeous 15th Century Manor House in Sussex. Dave, Sarah, Will, and Eleanor usually came to Sussex at the end of August to meetContinue reading “Goodbye, Mr Peterson”

The Wendy House at the End of the Garden

Renowned meat magnate Patrick O’Brien had a love/hate relationship with the quaint Wendy House at the bottom of his garden. He hated it because it reminded him of his family and his past that he was so trying desperately to forget. He had almost managed to do it, were it not for the Wendy House.Continue reading “The Wendy House at the End of the Garden”

Christmas in Lower Strangling

It was finally Christmas Day, and the village of Lower Strangling once again looked like a quintessential Christmas card image, underneath a blanket of pure white snow. It was the highlight of what was otherwise a pretty dismal week. For the first time pretty much ever, the villagers were at home alone during the ChristmasContinue reading “Christmas in Lower Strangling”