About ianhedley

Ian Hedley was born in the north of England of Scottish blood and English stock. He grew into boyhood in a terraced house that faltered onto an uneven cobbled road. Aged in years that barely made double figures, he loved to be scared.

And most of all, he loved the black and white horrors of Universal films; Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff and Peter Lorre, shadows that stretched beyond a cathode ray screen, up the stairs and into the bedroom of a frightened yet delighted little boy; horrors where darkness bred the impossible and the impossible bit back.

And so Ian embarks on his own journey into shadow, hoping one or two of you will follow to see if light can really banish darkness? Or if the light only draws the shadows ever clearer.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this ways comes

Hamlet, Act IV Scene I William Shakespeare