On the outskirts of a village by the sea, just north of Halterfax, there is a house.
In the house lives a maid, tasked with caring for it in the absence of its masters, who have not visited in some time. Every autumn she dutifully seals the windows, locks the doors, and prepares as the fog rolls in.
In the fog are ghost stories waiting to happen. Beasts and specters blown in from the sea to haunt and roam the coast. This is how it has always been in the village, and the maid, like the villagers, has become very good at avoiding the fog.
This autumn, however, the house has received a new master.
A series of short stories regarding a Bat Pony, the supernatural, and when it is appropriate to be sensible.
I like this story. You should write more of it.
Nightingale seems tired and lethargic - depressed even. I wonder what happened to him...
"Lead" is present tense, and "led" is past tense. Just so you know.
But after reading just this chapter, I'm thoroughly impressed. A few errors here and there, but still very much impressed.
Corrections offered without malice.
wound to a close
designed
led
led
led
led
led
Its
its
Its
Capitalize.
Other uses of its, it's, lead correct.
I like it.
All this time, and no comments? No updates? A sad thing. This is so darkly fascinating...
A wonderful scare, that is left Equestrian in its resolution.
Corrections offered without malice.
creak OR creaking
led
in
that word
fiddler's
grand-fille
grand-fille