The Dark of Bryn Awel

By Rhidian Brenig Jones

The Bryn Awel property is large and old. It served as an isolation hospital for infectious diseases and even a youth hostel. Now the new owners of the abandoned building sense something there is wrong. That the place may be inhabited by something dark. Welsh writer Rhidian Brenig Jones paints a shocking, galling back story, revealing Bryn Awel's

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archer Publishing
• Release date: Sep 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781733729567

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THE DARK

OF BRYN AWEL

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RHIDIAN BRENIG JONES

An Archer Publishing Book

Washington, D.C.

The Dark of Bryn Awel

Published by Archer Publishing

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2020 by Rhidian Brenig Jones

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The Dark

of Bryn Awel

Sounds crazy, I know, but she’s convinced.

Dumbstruck by Joe’s words, I took a long swallow of beer.

Sally had always been a bit flaky but you don’t diss your friend’s wife, not if you want to leave the pub with all your teeth, so I didn’t say anything. Although the woo-woo nonsense got on my nerves, I actually liked her a lot. She was warm and funny, usually brushing off my eye-rolling with a snort of amusement. But guardian angels and auras were one thing; this latest bollocks was different. This was serious. I said, Joe, an old building like that’s going to creak and groan. Loose boards, timbers expanding and contracting, pipes knocking. You’re bound to hear noises.

It’s not just noises. Sal says she can sense something, like there’s a presence, watching.

I’d had doubts about their plans from the start, but after a couple of fraught conversations I’d shut up, not wanting to douse the blaze of their excitement with the wet blanket of my concerns. After all, I could have been wrong. They’d be putting