Tonight we arrived at the apartment of Mrs Wetherton. The main living room was somewhat musty, and w...
Sorry guys. Had a visitor last night. Had to end my story where it was. Let me try to wrap it up now...
Notes transcribed from my phone. I realised that the main reason I don't write in my diary is that m...
After another hard day at the office I was looking forward to a quiet night in. I’d swung by Sainsbu...
My name is Mercy. Yes, I'm aware of how dramatic that sounds. I'm also aware of how, ultimately,...
A city like London has a rich history. Ghosts linger in the shadows, and stories of things even more mysterious can be found, if you look hard enough. But London is also a modern city, and the powers that be work hard to ensure that the population doesn't fall victim to foolish superstitions or genuine manifestations of magic or of worlds beyond our own. There are those who are employed to destroy the evidence of the supernatural, whether it be wonderful or terrifying. Mercy is just one of those individuals.