An exciting new job and luxurious living prove too much of a temptation: Eleanor embarks on her role as the doctor’s secretary.
Winter closes in. The shadows of Tarnside Hall decide it’s time to play with the new arrival.
After twenty-five years of living and working in rural Cumbria, Van Andrew relocated to the South West of England in 2014, where the sorrowful cries of seabirds have replaced the sweet chorale of songbirds. Unseen forces have directed her into writing ghost stories, and “The Shadows of Tarnside Hall” is her first novella to be published. Van views the world through sepia-coloured glasses. A devoted collector of graveyards, she is working her way through the Magnificent Seven of London. Her thoughts are interred on her website: www.vanandrew.com: “Corner of the Eye”
World War I robbed England and France of an entire generation of friends, lovers and futures. In Freddie Watson's case, the battlefields took his beloved brother and, at times, his peace of mind. In the winter of 1928, still seeking some kind of resolution, Freddie is travelling through the beautiful but forbidding French Pyrenees. During a snowstorm, his car spins off the mountain road. Freezing and dazed, he stumbles through the woods, emerging in a tiny village, where he finds an inn to wait out the blizzard. There he meets Fabrissa, a lovely young woman also mourning a lost generation. Over the course of one night, Fabrissa and Freddie share their stories. By the time dawn breaks, Freddie will have unearthed a tragic mystery that goes back through the centuries, and discovered his own role in the life of this old remote town.
By turns thrilling, poignant, and haunting, this is a story of two lives touched by war and transformed by courage.
Three nights of terror at the house called Edbrook.
Three nights in which David Ash, there to investigate a haunting, will be victim of horrifying and maleficent games.
Three nights in which he will face the blood-chilling enigma of his own past.
Three nights before Edbrook's dreadful secret will be revealed, and the true nightmare will begin . . .
Sometimes horror is in the mind. And sometimes it's real. Telling the difference isn't always easy.
It wasn't for Joe Creed. He'd just photographed the unreal. Now he had to pay the price. Because he always thought that demons were just a joke. But the joke was on him.And it wasn't very funny. It was deadly . . .