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Handmade clay ghosts with big personalities. Every Endly Folk ghost is individually crafted by hand; no moulds, no resins, no mass production.
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Just gentle spookiness and lots of character.

04/11/2026

So, as things stand these are the last two markets we're doing this year!

If you're haunting Scarborough on the 14th of November. we'll be at the Scarborough Market Hall & Vaults for their very special 'Santa's Market'!

And a little further afield, we'll be spooking up Victoria Hall in Sheffield on 28th November for the amazing Fairly Odd Festive Market!

If you're about come and say hullo and maybe adopt a tiny lost soul for Christmas!

31/10/2026

October 31st: Happy Halloween!

Well, here we are. The last day of October, and oh, this isn't going to go down well at all!

Even in Endly, we can't escape the creeping advance of Christmas. The relentless demands of capitalism have found their way into the darkest corners of the afterlife. One can barely rest in peace without being expected to put up a tree.

But we're a broad church here, and as we always say: “A ghost is for life, not just Halloween!”

So, with that in mind, we're delighted to welcome Carol Spruce, who passed away on Christmas Eve, 24th December 1949.

Carol was a poor little urchin in life. While others gathered around warm fires and waited for Father Christmas, she knew rather more of the cold streets, empty pockets and long winter nights. Christmas was a time of promise, though not always one that kept its promises to her.

Perhaps that's why she still lingers around the season. There's a little sadness in Carol, certainly, but also a quiet fondness for the lights, the songs and the small kindnesses that make this time of year bearable.

So do make her welcome. After all, even the smallest spirit deserves a little Christmas magic.

And with that, October bows out. Happy Halloween, or a peaceful Samhain if you'd prefer.

30/10/2026

October 30th.

The day before Halloween.

Not everyone in Endly is a simple spirit. Somethings are older; much, much older.

This is a nameless Cthuling, one of a spawn of legion. They live in the dank, dark depths of Humanities fears - or the Endly duck pond as it's more commonly known. These tiny little spits of multi-coloured terror are, in fact, actually quite cute, and surprisingly easy to domesticate.

This one, who's name is unpronouceable in any Human tongue (though reponds to "Meredith") is happiest just bobbing about whilst silently judging your silly beliefs in 'Evolution'.

They are also surprisingly good at playing 'Battleships'.

29/10/2026

October 29th brings us Lady Imogen Fairleigh, who persished aged 101 on 28th August 2002.

She did not die of old age.

Lady Imogen Fairleigh was a stalwart of the Women's Institute, a fixture at the finest luncheons, and a firm believer that a lady should never allow advancing years to interfere with a perfectly good adventure.

So, at the age of 101, when invited to watch a hot-air balloon launch, Imogen decided that watching was for other people.

There was a slight misunderstanding about who was permitted aboard. By the time anyone realised, she was already drifting serenely above the English countryside, waving her parasol at the astonished farmers below.

“Really, darling,” she was heard to remark, “one must make an effort to see the world from a different perspective.”

The landing was rather less graceful than the ascent, and Imogen's earthly adventures came to an end that afternoon.

She remains quite unrepentant.

After all, one doesn't reach 101 by being timid.

28/10/2026

October 28th, and this is Lilias Thrompey, who died 8th April 1703.

Three days until Halloween, and Lilias Thrompey is already causing concern among the local witching community.

Not because she's plotting anything particularly sinister, mind you. It's because she's attempting to practise a simple levitation charm and has somehow managed to float her own cat into a tree.

This is fairly typical of Lilias.

A witch in training until the very end, she was well meaning, enthusiastic and spectacularly clumsy. Her hat is infamously three sizes too small, and her coven used to joke that the only way she'd stay upright on a broom was with a set of stabilisers.

Still, she has her gifts. Lilias is a formidable banjo player, and her newt-charming abilities are the envy of witches far more accomplished than herself.

She maintains that these are the foundations of a perfectly respectable magical career.

The coven remains unconvinced.

27/10/2026

October 27th, and meet Elsie Cordell.

She died 11th December 1917.

If you were to ask the respectable folk of Elsie's acquaintance about her, they'd lower their voices, exchange a meaningful glance and suggest that she'd been a little too fond of life.

Elsie would take that as a compliment.

She was a young woman with a sharp tongue, a curious mind and very little patience for rules designed to keep her in her place. She enjoyed a beautiful face and preferred a hefty cleavage. Famous for her love of a lively evening and the occasional decision that seemed like an excellent idea at the time.

There were consequences, naturally. There are always consequences when one refuses to be sensible.

But Elsie never did see the point of spending one's life worrying about what might be said afterwards.

She remains rather the same in death: bold, flirtatious and inclined to laugh at precisely the wrong moment.

If she offers you a knowing wink, you'd be wise to ask no questions.

26/10/2026

October 26th and today we invite you to say Hullo to Catherine Earnly, who passed on 27th October 1835.

If there's one thing Catherine Earnly has learnt from studying the past, it's that the world has always been full of peculiarities. People have risen and fallen, empires have crumbled, and perfectly sensible fashions have come and gone without anyone stopping to ask why.

She finds it all endlessly fascinating.

Catherine is also convinced that death is merely a temporary inconvenience before one's next reincarnation. Her own, however, seems to have gone rather astray.

She was expecting wings, or perhaps four elegant legs and a talent for leaping. A butterfly would have suited her admirably. A gazelle might have been a little more exciting.

Instead, here she is, still wearing spectacles and holding a book.

She has written to complain, naturally. Several times.

Until the universe puts things right, Catherine remains busy with her research, her theories, and her fierce little Connect 4 tournaments.

Tomorrow is her 'Deathday'.

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