Horror Stories from Horrified - Volume One (2)

One day, just by St Paul?s, Din-Dins stopped and gazed acr oss the moor. He shook
himself and w himper ed.
?Let him off the lead,? I suggested.
Gr andpa shook his head.
?Not her e,? he said. ?That?s not year ning. It?s fear.?
?What of??
?Ghosts!? he said unexpectedly. ?Moor ?s full of ?em.?
I looked at him in alar m.
?Don?t be daft,? I ur ged.
He smiled w ith his eyes.
?Have you finished that cigar ette??
?What? Oh.?
I licked the paper , pr essed it dow n and handed it over. He lit the end and gr unted
w ith satisfaction.
?Ther e?s a thing coming up,? he told me - r esuming the stor y thr ough a cloud of
smoke - ?called the winter solstice. Longest night of the year. When it falls on a new
moon, it?s the dar kest night ther e is. The tw o w or lds ar e ver y close then.?
?Two w or lds??
?One of the living,? he clar ified, ?and one of the dead.?
He tur ned to the dr ear y heath that lay beside the r oad.
?If you come to Ker sal Moor ,? he added, ?on that one special night, you can see
the ghosts w ith your ow n tw o eyes. They call you to join ?em w ith a song. ?O, unless
you are a vicar / Hell will have your soul for sure / The Devil?s quick but we were
quicker / Now we hide on Kersal Moor.??
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