The supernatural and the paranormal have long interested me.
In particular, I am intrigued by attempts to make such things seem plausible.
Whilst some geeks adore Star Trek or Dr Who, I was fanatical about the X-Files, especially the "Monster of the Week" episodes where Mulder sought to provide a convincing account of some Occult phenomenon.
I am also fascinated by traditional folklore about the Occult: indeed "Jack of Kent" himself was a medieval wizard who repeatedly bested the Devil.
And so I have often thought about how familiar Occult notions could be re-imagined, stripping away the layers of clichés supplied by contemporary popular entertainment.
I have now had a go at some short stories, the first of which is here.
These stories will be occasional, but I hope you will get to hear more of the lovely narrator and her strange employer, the Roebuck Institute.
After all, that august body ultimately superintends the United Kingdom's ghosts, demons, gods, homeopaths and other witches, werewolves, exorcisms, and so on.
To begin with, our narrator tells of her mundane work with the UK's stock of vampires.
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