About

I am a writer of ghost stories, short stories and comic verse inspired by the supernatural.

I've also written and presented on the subject of ghost hunting. I believe I've seen a ghost and I've heard strange footsteps, weird voices and experienced the ghostly scent of perfume and tobacco.

My story Aisle 3 recently appeared in Scare Street's Night Terrors vol 1 available on Amazon.

Follow me on Twitter @RosieO_writer and I'll follow you back.

On Facebook, I'll be happy to like any fellow author's pages. You can find me at Rosie O'Carroll author

YouTube - you can see me at ghostlyrosie

TV appearances

 I've been interviewed on TV and Radio about my work with The Ghost Club including the Discovery Channel's - Haunted London, London Tonight and German TV. I recently featured as a ghost expert on Sam and Colby's Youtube Channel when the American Vloggers visited the Langham Hotel in London.

Professional bodies

I am an affiliate member of the Horror Writers Association


I am a member of the Society of Psychical Research and I am currently the media officer
for The Ghost Club and Sutton Writers Group.



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