Seven horrific tales and two nostalgic essays… hand-picked for your Trick-or-Treat bag. Three kids receive unusual treats during a Halloween stop at their favorite teacher’s house…ĭuring a random visit to his hometown, a businessman treats a young boy to the joy and excitement of a Halloween festival, only to find that things are not what they first appeared to be…Ī rash of ghoulish jack-o’-lanterns leads a small-town sheriff to the doorstep of one of the most notorious serial killers of all time…Īn advertisement in the back of an old comic book prompts two friends to place an order that they soon come to regret… Strange and unsettling things of Halloweens past and present lurk amid the cobwebs and dust…įour trick-or-treaters purchase vintage costumes from a strip-mall shop, only to discover that they must sign a mysterious disclaimer for the Halloween celebration to come…Īfter a man’s missing daughter is found–near death and physically altered–he must once again face a horrifying monster from his own childhood…Ī teenage girl hitches a ride after a Halloween rock & roll concert, only to learn that her favorite singing idol has made a pact with the Devil himself… The shelves of All Hallows’ Eve fare grow darker and more disturbing. The air smells of damp autumn leaves and candle-scorched pumpkin. Then, as you travel farther into its shadowy depths, things begin to change. Fun and frightful decorations, ghastly costumes and masks of the season, and bags of candy galore. When you first enter The Halloween Store, things seem normal. Seven stories of Celtic gothic terror… tales to quicken the beat of the heart and chill one’s bones to the very marrow. In Irish Gothic: Tales of Celtic Horror, Ronald Kelly returns to the land of his ancestry and explores the dark superstition and frightful folklore of Ol’ Éire. The restless spirit of the Sluagh and the bestial form of the werewolf, hungry and on the prowl. Banshee, selkie, leprechaun, and fairy alike.
Within the cloak of night, boogies and beasties roam the moors, keen for the echo of lonesome footsteps and the alluring scent of fear and dread.
A kind blessing for health and happiness, and a pint in your hand at the village pub… as well as the sound of fife and fiddle, the lilting tune of laughter, and the cheerful dance of a jig.īut, as the sun takes leave and dusk descends, deep shadows and the dank of an evening mist claim the Land of Saints. Of rolling green hills and stone walls at every step of a mile. In the bright and bonnie light of day, it is a place of beauty, history, and good humor. My new collection of Irish horror stories, IRISH GOTHIC: TALES OF CELTIC HORROR is now available from Crossroad Press.
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