In the wake of his estranged father's death, Owen travels to Ferenbrooke to settle the will and get some measure of closure. Dark truths meet him there.
Welcome to Ferenbrooke
Ferenbrooke is a medium-sized town somewhere in the East of England, not far from the East Midlands. It has a vaguely defined population and location, and is home to many notable anomalies and regrettable discoveries. A university town, it attracts a wide variety of students from all the world's dark places. The natives live in fear of the next time the graduate students in the physics department get a little excitable.
In another context, Ferenbrooke is a setting in which I place most of my horror stories. It's part Cambridge (my home town), part Arkham (of Lovecraft Mythos fame). If you like horror with a little occult strangeness and a dash of sci-fi, you might enjoy my work. Most of it is here, free for anyone who wants it.
But first, a word of caution. This site is written for mature readers and will contain horror and violence and bad language. Content warnings for specific stories are supplied on a best-effort basis. Shoot me an email if you feel I've missed something and I'll correct it as soon as possible.
That said, please do explore. I'm writing and adding to the site very regularly, so if you pop back in a couple of weeks there will surely be something new. There's an RSS feed if you want to be kept updated (and are the kind of nerd like me who still uses RSS feeds).
Happy reading.
--Antony Frost
Recent Writings
With helmet in one hand and overladen saddle bags in the other, Ethan charged out into the bitter autumn evening from number 43 and let the door slam behind him. He glanced back at the building, once a large house for an expansive family and now three mediocre flats. One of them, until just that moment, had housed him and Erin. He wiped the wet from his eyes and stepped quickly to the road. His bike, an obedient if underpowered Royal Enfield Bullet 500, waited...
In the wake of his estranged father's death, Owen travels to Ferenbrooke to settle the will and get some measure of closure. Dark truths meet him there.
In the wake of his estranged father's death, Owen travels to Ferenbrooke to settle the will and get some measure of closure. Dark truths meet him there.
In the wake of his estranged father's death, Owen travels to Ferenbrooke to settle the will and get some measure of closure. Dark truths meet him there.
The event was larger than I’d anticipated. Close to a hundred people filled the small University hall, half a dozen or so waitstaff tending to the crowd. Across the other end of the room I saw Chelsea getting balls deep into yet another white wine spritzer. Old stone walls lent the whole affair a grandiose atmosphere and spine-breaking acoustics. Every word became a warcry, every whisper a scream. The main man, Doctor Sullivan Griever himself, occasionally appeared from a dark corner and...
'Your father is dead.' 'Okay,' I say into the phone. I pinch a lock of my hair with two fingers of my free hand and pull it flat against my forehead. It's almost long enough to hide my eyebrows. I...
It’s been a long time since I’ve written creatively. I’ve done a few blog posts about tech and politics on my other blog, but I haven’t made stories in quite a while. I’ve...
Lucy Hayward placed her mug down on her kitchen table, furrowed her brow, and said, ‘You’re actually gonna do it?’ Chris O’Halloran, a good-natured Canadian from the flat across the hallway, shrugged and said, ‘Yeah...