16/11/2025
Love this from Lorien Jones of Alehouse Haunts 🖤🍻
The intro from my short story about the history of Jamaica Inn for the Haunted Magazine earlier in the year.
Thunder cracks a short distance away then rumbles closer across the inky sky, climaxing in a boom as it passes overhead. The relentless rain pours heavily onto the sun-baked moor, spilling into deep cracks in the dry ground and puddling in places where there is no escape. The night remains humid, filled with the strong smell of petrichor as the dust saturates. The deafening downpour drowns out all other sound, what little there is besides that coming from the inn before you.
Candles burning low flicker dimly in the windows, spilling wax which pools and sets across the stone sills with no regard. People know that the inn is no desirable place to be, the company it keeps even less pleasant, and those who are passing through are hastily warned. The dark tales from within are discussed for miles around, whispered amongst the locals in hushed tones for fear of repercussions, should the wrong finger come pointing. To commit to spending your time here is a brave choice but with no option of an alternative for miles around, occasionally needs must.
