Oh My! Can the Crone Boldly Go Where No Crone Has Gone Before?

Oh My! Can the Crone Boldly Go Where No Crone Has Gone Before?

‘Oh my!’ sighed Tilly Simms as she slowly pushed open the rickety wooden door to Monsignor Suárez Vampyre Slayer’s Emporium in the All Hallows Hamlet…

Oh My! Can the Crone Boldly Go Where No Crone Has Gone Before?

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‘Vampyres, Werewolves and Zombies. Oh My!’

A Crooked Hen Production

In Search of a Lost Soul? Oh My!

It’s Día de los Muertos and Tilly Simms is on a Mission to Save THAT Little Big Cat!

Matilda ‘Tilly’ Simms hadn’t really enjoyed the celebrations of the festival of Día de los Muertos yesterday as she had been very troubled by the strange behaviour of Murphy B – the small furry cat who prowls his way through the sleepy hamlet of All Hallows and who charms all who cross his path – including the grumpy owner of ‘Dogwood & Myrtle General Stores’ old Bella Pendle!

“Oh my!” sighed Tilly as she thought about Murphy stalking the All Hallows graveyard at dusk with some very odd white foam on his face!

And why was he suddenly leaving his grey fur all over the place, Tilly wondered and then she remembered the time when she was enjoying an quiet walk alone and spotted him hiding behind that strange mask of silver!

“Oh my!” sighed Tilly.

In Search of a Lost Soul? Oh My!

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‘Vampyres, Werewolves and Zombies. Oh My!’

A Crooked Hen Production

In Need Some Retail Therapy Vampyre?

“The best definition I can give of a vampire is a living, mischievous and murderous dead body. A living dead body! The words are idle, contradictory, incomprehensible, but so are vampires.”
Scoffern (Stray leaves of Science and Folk Lore)

Vampires, Vampyre, Vampir, Vampyyri, Vampyras, Vampyr, Vampyras, Vampiro… It really makes no difference how the word is used for the meaning remains the same the world over and for as long as I can remember, I have always enjoyed a fascination with (and a sneaky regard!) for these undead creatures of folklore and mythology.

However, as much as I appreciate that this interest of mine will not be shared by everybody and so in keeping with the ideas of ‘mischief’ and the ‘incomprehensible’ that Scoffern has attributed to the vampyre; I have created something of a fantastical store that seeks to offer those essential accouterments for any discerning hunter or slayer of the un-dead.

And so without further ado, I am now going to unlock the door of the Monsignor Suárez Vampyre Slayer’s Emporium that is located ‘somewhere’ in the All Hallows Hamlet…

 

 

Stirring Up More Trouble!

As the sun disappears on this All Hallows Eve, the folk from the All Hallows Hamlet are excitedly polishing shoes and dusting their finest hats as they dress to impress to celebrate the Festival of Samhain BUT not everyone wants to enjoy this special evening!

Sadly, there is no fabulous frock to wear or a sumptuous banquet to enjoy for Claire Eno this All Hallows Eve as this reclusive and unfriendly crone is busy pottering about and cooking up some rather unusual elixr from inside the Harum Scarum Emporium which is carefully shielded by the prickliest thorn bushes and whispering trees in this bleakest part of the hamlet.

There are no visitors here and Claire’s only friend is the ancient book that has been in her family for as long as anyone can remember and it is from within the dusty pages of this HUGE recipe book that she concocts a vast array of nasty potions from the beautiful flowers, nourishing berries and healing plants that she gathers every day at dusk and even though they all gather dust on the cobwebby shelves waiting for the customers who never arrive; Claire is unable to stop weaving her unkind magick…

‘Cause It’s Witchcraft, Unkind Witchcraft…

“When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween.” ~ Anon

As the sun disappears on this All Hallows Eve, the folk from the All Hallows Hamlet are excitedly polishing shoes and dusting their finest hats as they dress to impress to celebrate the Festival of Samhain BUT not everyone wants to enjoy this special evening!

Sadly, there is no fabulous frock to wear or a sumptuous banquet to enjoy for Claire Eno this All Hallows Eve as this reclusive and unfriendly crone is busy pottering about and cooking up some rather unusual elixr from inside the Harum Scarum Emporium which is carefully shielded by the prickliest thorn bushes and whispering trees in this bleakest part of the hamlet.

 

There are no visitors here and Claire’s only friend is the ancient book that has been in her family for as long as anyone can remember and it is from within the dusty pages of this HUGE recipe book that she concocts a vast array of nasty potions from the beautiful flowers, nourishing berries and healing plants that she gathers every day at dusk and even though they all gather dust on the cobwebby shelves waiting for the customers who never arrive; Claire is unable to stop weaving her unkind magick.

BUT could a surprise visit from that Little Big Cat change everything?