Supernatural - Strange tales from Scotland’s thin places with…Tom Morton
Strange tales from Scotland’s thin places with...Tom Morton
Photo by Graeme Smith CC BY-SA 2.0 Carbisdale Castle
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Spite: All Hallow’s Eve
ock opened his eyes, briefly uncertain where he was, sleep faded as the electronic voice announced that the train had stopped at Culrain, next stop Invershin. He’d warned the
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conductor that he might fall asleep, and that he wanted to get off at Culrain, a request stop on the Far North Line, like Invershin. They were close together, he knew, these tiny stations, Culrain in Ross-shire, Invershin
in Sutherland, only the Kyle of Sutherland at its narrowest separating them. It was quarter past noon on the 31 October. Halloween. All Hallow’s Eve, when the dead are
