The Drowned Choir of Tynemouth Priory

Three notes. A breath. A late step. After a storm rakes the North-East coast, a hymn begins to carry on the wind around Tynemouth Priory—and an old bell seems to answer from nowhere. When a salt-scarred choir book washes up at the foot of the cliff, a handful of locals—watch-house keepers, a lifeboat volunteer, and a stubborn parish clerk—set out to return a name to its rightful place and teach the coast how to finish a song it started a century ago.

The Drowned Choir of Tynemouth Priory is a lean, lantern-lit ghost story about rope and breath, ledgers and bells, and the quiet bravery of putting small things right. No blood, no jump scares—just tide, fog, and the kind of haunting that asks for a steady hand.