A new wife and a vengeful ghost. Not a good mix.
Letitia – Tish – Stanyer makes husband Theo promise never to remarry if she dies and he complies just to pacify her. She isn’t going to die.
She does – and he does remarry. Tish isn’t happy. Her spirit cannot rest with another woman in her domain, sampling the delights of her husband. Theo belongs to her – Sheena will have to go.
Today the author tells us what stimulated her interest in the paranormal. Enjoy!
My interest in the paranormal began with the death of my mother from breast cancer two days before my 13th birthday. Not at that precise moment but some months later. It was in a maths lesson at school and bored with the incomprehensible logarithms the girl sitting next to me suddenly said, “We did a séance last night.”
“What’s a séance?” I asked her, having no idea what she was on about.
“It’s when you talk to dead people.”
My interest gauge shot from 0 to 60 in a millisecond – I could talk to my mum. “What do you have to do?”
“You write all the letters of the alphabet out and cut them into squares, set them round the table in a circle with a yes and a no at each end, have an upturned glass in the middle and you all put your finger on the glass and someone asks, ‘Is there anybody there?’ You have to ask if it’s good or evil and don’t do it if it’s evil. The one last night was evil, the cat hissed and ran out of the room and the dog howled so we packed away. We were all dead scared.”
I couldn’t get the maths lesson or the day over with fast enough to get home and try it out with my younger sister and some friends. We set it all up on the kitchen table complete with candlelight, something else the girl at school had mentioned to do. My dad sat in the other room watching TV. I took control.
“Is there anybody there?”
My friend gave a nervous giggle.
“It won’t work if you laugh,” I told her. It was important to me; I desperately wanted to talk to my mum.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
We tried several times but the glass remained still. Then a knock came on the window and we all jumped out of our skin and screamed. It was another friend arriving late.
“I’ve just seen a shadow move in the corner,” said my sister in an agitated voice. “I want to go into Dad now.”
“Go on then,” I told her.
“I daren’t. Come with me.”
I took her in and we all gave up. I was so disappointed. I’d really wanted to talk to Mum and the girl at school had said these things worked often. Everyone went home.
Later as I was going to bed my dad called me back as my sister left the room.
“I don’t want you doing that again,” he said.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Just before you brought Emily in I felt an ice cold draught all down my left side.”
“It would be when I opened the door.”
“No, it was before you opened the door. Leave your mother alone. She suffered enough in life. Let her rest in peace.”
I felt pleased but a little bit scared; it had started to work.
Two years later I got a phone call at work from my sister when she was on holiday from school. She and my cousin had done a séance and had contacted Mum.
“The glass really flew round the table,” she told me, “we must do one.”
We did. The first of many. Sceptics who say someone pushes the glass have never done a séance. It is as though it is being pulled by a magnet underneath the table and if you want it to go in a direction it doesn’t want to it pulls away from your finger. We ‘chatted’ to Mum often but it was both comforting and disturbing and lots of strange happenings took place that are all covered in my first memoir Shadow Across the Sun. All of these happenings gave me my strong belief in the afterlife and my interest in the supernatural and this is why it features in so many of my novels.
Thank you, Sherrie Lowe and RachelsRandomResources.
About the author
I am a divorced mum of two adult sons and nana to three grandchildren, soon to be four. I’ve always had a notion to write but didn’t get round to it seriously until I became ill with M.E in 1995 when I was 40 and was too ill to continue my job as a learning support assistant in a mainstream high school. I was devastated to have to resign from my job but writing saved my sanity. My first attempt was a memoir, Shadow Across the Sun which covered the loss of my mum to breast cancer two days before my 13th birthday. When the rejections began to flow in from traditional publishers and agencies I joined a creative writing class and learned to write fiction. Whisper to Me is my 10th novel. I have a strong belief in the afterlife due to events following my mum’s death so most of my stories have some form of supernatural aspect to them.