I wrote this bout three years ago, took me like 6 months to write cos I got bored n stopped halfway through but picked it up again later, I started after reading some G.P Taylor and wanted to do a murder mystery with a fantasy twist, but then I wanted to try and be clever and make it satirical but I was young then and I don't think that really comes across, all the characters and place in this story are fictional, anywho enjoy...
The Curse of Cliffside Inn
During the witching hour, it is said all things supernatural are awakened, witches stand at full strength, ghosts are awakened and the very demons that make your skin crawl, your soul shiver and your bones shake come to find you, and take you.
Pity not the man who opens his mind to such fancies, rather the one that scoffs at the nature of life, shunning the unlimited possibilities.
On the 12th of December, at 12 o'clock a child was born. 18 years later after arriving from Paris, he set off for York, on his travels however he emerged at a small tavern known as Cliffside Inn. Taking board here the man observed the goings on, creating a name for himself and biding his time. This story starts at 12 o'clock on a cold Autumn day.