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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

London, 1930, amid the turmoil of the Great Depression, a tradesman struggles to care for his family. Unbeknownst to him, a supernatural force is undermining he and, those closest to him from within; can he overcome his own innate fear to do what he must to safeguard his family?

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Everywhere, and nowhere, as the sun races, as darkness surges softly back towards the east, wending creation, the Chimera is loose i... Read Chapter


23rd September, 1930, Josef felt this day (as with most days) that he should be mindful of his blessings. For though in his life they wer... Read Chapter


The evening meal completed, Josef now sat on the edge of his bed, absent-mindedly staring at the faded woven rug at his feet. He could se... Read Chapter


At Limehouse Police Station, Inspector Reid and Sergeant Byrd were both visibly tense as they stood together with Doctor Werder over two ... Read Chapter


Lisbet reached out for Josef, but his side of the bed was empty. Getting up, she made her way to the bedroom window and threw open the cu... Read Chapter


Hagan Barlow sat in the dining room of his richly appointed Mayfair home. As he enjoyed his breakfast tea, he pondered his prosperity. As... Read Chapter


Edward Drake was a carrier for the Royal Postal Service (a position held for many a winter). Every day he made his regular rounds and tho... Read Chapter


Obviously a man under a heavy weight, Adriel thought as he shut the door. He resolved then to keep a watch on Drake and to collect the po... Read Chapter


Lisbet’s shopping had taken longer than she had planned, and as the light of day retreated, the coming chill of dark was biting down. L... Read Chapter


Lisbet had taken Adriel’s place in silence at the kitchen table. She said she would talk to Josef, but she had no idea what to say. Wha... Read Chapter


The Chimera hung over the city like a sickness. It seeped through the cracks, taking root in the frailty and failures of its people. Fill... Read Chapter


Flowers? thought Josef. Looking about himself, he saw that he was in a meadow, and, on all sides, he was surrounded by ornamental flowers... Read Chapter


30th September, Josef awoke alone in the dark, his heart rocking him like blows from a hammer. Josef wiped sweat from his brow and rubbed... Read Chapter


“Across the years and miles of distance I find myself at your doorstep; may I come in?” The taxi behind him nearly sideswiped an onco... Read Chapter


Josef and Lisbet made their way home. It was a cold hour, and neither had a proper coat. Lisbet drew close, taking his arm as she remarke... Read Chapter


Reid and Sergeant Byrd sat together now in his office to discuss the progress (or lack thereof) on the murders of Constable Robert “Bob... Read Chapter


21st October, again sound sleep was eluding him, again Josef awoke, heart pounding drenched to the bone with sweat. Looking to Lisbet, he... Read Chapter


Barlow was home, not at his posh estate in Mayfair, no. This was his home, the anvil upon which he was hammered and shaped as a boy. The ... Read Chapter


Lisbet was worried as of late about her husband, was looking down on him now. His eyes with dark circles, skin pale and stretched over a ... Read Chapter


After weeks hidden away, Barlow was now compelled to leave his home (his only and unfair surety of protection), by an agency unknown to h... Read Chapter


He looked out at the Union-Castle liners moored in the docks. What am I doing here? Uneasy, Barlow felt as though it was in his best inte... Read Chapter


“The man, whoever he was, attacked from behind.” This man, Josef Hirshe told Reid. “Strong, unbelievably, it felt like . . . a bull... Read Chapter


Sophia had been unable to sleep, mind and body still tormented by what’d taken place that morning between Hagan and herself. She’... Read Chapter


28th October, mourners gathered at the grave site for the unveiling. “May His name grow exalted and sanctified,” “Amen.” ... Read Chapter


CHAPTER 25   Detective Inspector Reid’s night had barely just begun, and as often the case was as of late, when he came on... Read Chapter


Doyle sat alone in the grey dusk, taking up in an alleyway. The rags he wore had become paper thin, and his beard snarled about his befou... Read Chapter


18th November, Josef took the Menorah from its high shelf in the bedroom closet; in less than a month it would be time to bring it out fo... Read Chapter


Doyle followed, led through a glowing plane, infinite in its nothingness apart from the light it gave off. Each step he took seemed to le... Read Chapter

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Recent Comments

Criss Sole

Yikes! That would have been terrifying to see.
I would have run the other way. Bobbie is brave, but seems to be in a lot of trouble now.
Great start!

Thu, November 26th, 2020 10:03am


So many things to love about this! The way you describe the elements almost as having agency, the descriptions of people and locations, the surprise at the end as the fingers drop, the emotion. Can't wait to read more of this.

Sat, December 26th, 2020 7:47pm


Thanks, I'm so glad someone enjoyed it. I've started my Rory Gallagher story by the way (thanks for the heads up).

Sun, December 27th, 2020 5:59pm


A gripping horror novel in the classic tradition.

Thu, July 1st, 2021 5:06am


Thank you so much.

Sat, July 3rd, 2021 5:05pm

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