I’m J.G. Riley — born in Liverpool, and forever drawn back to its shadows. Though life took me elsewhere, the city’s darker side has always called me home. Spooky Liverpool is where I unearth the stories most would rather forget — ghostly encounters that refuse to fade, twisted crimes buried in the archives, and legends so dark they almost feel cursed.

Liverpool isn’t just a city; it’s a haunted stage, where every street and every stone holds the weight of untold horrors. From the ghost that prowls Speke Hall to the deadly scheming of the Black Widows of Skirving Street, these are the stories that remind us the past is never truly at rest.

This blog is about peeling back the skin of the city and seeing what festers underneath. If you’re ready to explore Liverpool’s darkest depths, step inside. Just know: some stories are hard to forget.