‘That’s Hugh Headless outside again,’ she said, looking through the curtains.
‘Right, I’ll go and speak to him.’
The man walked down the driveway and cleared his throat. Hugh Headless spun around as if alarmed.
‘Evening Hugh, it’s John from Number 32 again. It’s Angie you’re haunting, isn’t it? She’s just down the road, Number 43.’
If Hugh had a head he would have nodded.
Meet the Author!
Ross Crawford is a writer/scriever/poet based in Stirling, Scotland. He takes most of his inspiration from the history, nature, and folklore of his home country, especially the rural landscapes of Ayrshire, the Trossachs, and the West Highlands. You can find him on Twitter at @RRMCrawford.
