Dark Regressions

What do you know about the occult? Michael Deville knew very little.

He is suffering from the effects of a terminal illness and lives with his wife Helena Rose, his only companion, who is a working nurse.

During the long periods of time when he finds himself alone, Michael occupies himself by reading through old papers and documents that he found in the spare room, some of which were decidedly unusual. Michael finds himself experiencing particularly disturbing hallucinations that seem to be connected in some indefinable way to the strange manuscripts he had discovered.

Are they dreams; or perhaps visions of times from a distant past? Times that held him trapped in history – his history?

What is the connection between The Count and the Convent of the Golden Orb?

Who is the Man in Black?

Conversations with Ghosts

Understanding people on the earth and the way in which they think and act is a challenging feat, but even more difficult is understanding those who have left us. Additionally, ghosts themselves are often misunderstood. They can be lost souls with baggage hoping someone will notice their existence and lend an ear; not spectres with ill intent or out to harm the living.This book combines the expertise of two people who have had a multitude of encounters and have successfully made meaningful connections with several spirits throughout the years. This novel recounts 10 detailed situations and the conversations between Pernille, Laurens and a multitude of ghosts which each result in the unfolding of applicable life lessons and a unique story. A deep connection and understanding were made with each spirit who was outwardly affecting the lives of the living in the hopes of attracting the attention of someone or anyone out there who would help them move on.Through the reading of this book, Pernille and Laurens hope to achieve two things. One, the understanding that ghosts are not out to get us, rather they are simply misunderstood and waiting for someone who will listen. Two, sharing stories and becoming the voice of spirits that could not speak for themselves.

Brighton Schlock

What happens when a biker drag queen uncovers an evil trafficking plot, with the help of his dominatrix side-kick from the flat downstairs; a certain type of wart invades a hospital ward; your teenage GBF turns out to be related to you; shredding machines and other devices take on a life of their own; and horny gargoyles abseil into cocktail parties – all in one of the nation’s most louche hotspots? And just who are these two young boys, skulking through many of the tales? With shared locales and dramatis personae, Merryman Downes’ Brighton Schlock is a fast-paced, surreal, happy, sexy, sad, and ultimately tender suite of interrelated tales where intrigue, horror and seemingly magical occurrences affect the well weird residents and enclaves of Sodom-on-Sea – or Brighton, as those of us who love it, call it.

Oh – and did anybody mention the astral body-snatching?

Breeding

A strain of vampires with super strength, a sixth sense, and the ability to shape change, who can kill in seconds.

It is a race against time to find a way to capture all of them and destroy them. But how?

In a sleepy town in England close to the southern coast, Carlos and his loving wife Tanya and their teenage son Lewis are put through the worst nightmare they could ever imagine: a plague of vampires. They must not only fight to save their lives but the whole town. No one is safe, not even your children. Your blood is not the only thing they need.

20A Lordship Road

The house in which I was born (20A Lordship Road), had only been occupied by my future family for a few months before my birth. Coming from the London suburbs, they settled in the green-belt area of Cheshunt in Hertfordshire. Unlike the other two-storey houses in our street which were parallel to the road, ours, at three storeys, was not only bigger than all the others, it also faced at right angles to them and parallel with Cheshunt Great House.  

In the stained-glass window on our front door was a picture of Oliver Cromwell. Why Oliver Cromwell should be depicted, as he had no known attachments to Cheshunt unlike his son, Richard Cromwell, who resided, using a hidden identity in the form of John Clarke in Cheshunt around 1680, until his death in 1712, remains a mystery. Though recorded as being buried at Hursley, in Winchester, there was rumour that his real resting place was, in fact, in an unmarked tomb in the grounds of St Mary’s church, in Cheshunt.   

St Mary’s church was close to, or in part of, the former grounds of Cheshunt Great House, which was gifted to Cardinal Thomas Wolsey by Henry VIII; and, as the crow flies, St Mary’s church was less than two minutes’ walk from our house. In fact, Cheshunt Great House was only ten minutes away. Our road was a cul-de-sac; its name was ‘Lordship Road’.

Oh, I forgot to say...our house was haunted...