Here's a little tale about spooky goings-on in the gatehouse lodge at Cruxton Abbey....
The Haunting of Cruxton Lodge
Wragg watched the tail lights of his wife’s train receding from Cruxton station, taking her on the first stage of her journey to visit her aunt in Edinburgh who had been unfortunate enough to suffer a mild stroke on Hallowe’en. He tugged on the lead. “Come on, Spike, old boy. All lads together...
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