Book Description

Rooksnest Manor sits on the edge of the moors above the North Yorkshire town of Chapelkill. Locals call it a thin place, a place where the veil between worlds is frayed, a place where things come through which have no place here.It was upon completion of my purchase of Rooksnest that an anonymous confession was delivered to me amongst a bundle of legal papers. It warned of unexplained deaths at the house, hinting at the presence of ancient forces and the practice of arcane science.Although some stories are perhaps better left untold, I undertook further research into the history of the house at the local library and amongst the second hand book stalls of the town market. The accounts I discovered are collected within this volume. Whilst there is much in them that might unsettle the more sensitive reader, I refuse to let the history of the house affect my future here.I have presented these tales in the traditional portmanteau style. I hope this will afford me some degree of comfort by draping a fictional veil over the events that have occurred here at Rooksnest and which, to my mounting dread, are playing out once more in my dreams.If you are reading this then my tale has already concluded. This is a warning to the curious, not an invitation to lift the veil.