What follows is an extract from a tale of Gothic Whitby by Mr. J. Grabham (best read in the persona of Vincent Price) ..…
“So it was that I found myself, at an early hour, accompanying my three companions down the cobbled streets of that old fishing port. The rain was falling steadily and a cold wind ran in from the East as we made our way to an establishment where Mr. Maughan would have us partake of what he called Butties of Bacon – a local delicacy. Thence we were to keep an appointment at the Pavilion with Mr. Bell and his family. The rain had abated, but the streets were still full of a deathly quiet, with only the occasional flap of leathery wings and distant bloodcurdling screams to disturb the silence. Mr. Bell greeted us most cordially and bade us sit by his wife and his daughter. Miss Bell proved an agreeable and accomplished young lady and yet…was it something in her demeanour, some slight nuance of expression that disquieted me so? Perhaps it was the undertaker’s hat, the long black cloak or the slight protuberance of the canines – I know not. We took our leave and ventured out.”
Read the whole story (if you dare) in the new Articles section on the DPS Website: http://www.d-p-s.org.uk/pdf_docs/gothic_whitby.pdf
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