It's as if I'm looking in a mirror, I see my dark red wig, curls perfect, my eyes closed- by Jason of course- but usually shimmery green, fear upon my face... I've felt a lot of that these past months. Jason is kneeling next to the bed- next to me- tears are streaming down his cheeks and I want to reach out to him- comfort him- but I cannot- unable in my ghostly form. What I would give- just to live- for a little more tim...

I loved that old house. When I became the project co-chairman I was given a set of keys and placed to the alarm call list because I live closer than anyone else. I would open it during the Summer to air it out, and I learned to navigate the interior in near pitch dark conditions.Despite the fact that others have seen images of a little girl that he daughter of the former owner and her dog at various places and times aroun...

For those who have never experienced true cold, the kind that gnaws into your bones and raises the hair on your neck, let me tell you: true cold is white. Your skin bleaches, feeling rubbery, barely part of you any more. Your body bursts into spontaneous shivers, but scarier still are the moments of stillness, only allowing your body to get colder. I huddled deeper into my anorak as I assessed the white plain: beautiful,...

Light filtered through the musky window. Cobwebs crowded the corners and between objects against the wall. A smooth untouched layer of dust blanketed the whole space. Shattered and broken, the window would never close completely letting in creatures like the barn owl that made its nest here. Quite a brave owl, not even flapping its wings at me as I pass; maybe it can’t sense me. Most animals can, every family pet from dow...

The heavy oak paneled door was firmly closed, its shiny brass latch securely locked — until she had taken her eyes off it for a moment. She had turned away from the door to return the broom to its cupboard when a gust of wind blew a shower of rustling variegated yellow, orange, brown and red detritus at her back and into the hallway yet again. She turned and stared in open mouthed disbelief at the wide open door, helpless...

The view of her was marvelous- even from across the room, he saw the glimmer of red in her mostly brown hair, and the creaminess of her fair skin. She was like a real life porcelain doll from the Victorian era- somehow fit into a corset to make her waist as invisible as possible, then buried under finest-silk dress and otherwise. To him, she'd be perfect as his bride. He excused himself politely, as all princes are taught...

Half-way across the world, (You guys are so lucky) Is better than gone. (To have them coming home) In Iraq fighting, (I’ll never get to see them) Instead of up in Heaven. (But you have only a few months) Help me (Help me) Find me (Find me) Down in the dark (Can’t find my own way home) Help me (Help me) Find me (Find me) I’m a ghost (Looking for my way home) Up in Heaven (I’m home) Instead of haunting (I’m safe) A house do...

Chapter Nine They all began to talk at once as soon as it sunk in that it appeared that Hugo was correct in his assumption of where my remains were lying. Sophie went to one of the bell pulls and rang for a servant and asked him to fetch six men and some heavy hammers and meet Mr Hugo out by the kitchen. She took charge and instructed Elaine, Mary, Anne and the children to remain downstairs, except Richard, who as Earl, h...

Chapter Eight With the loss of Alice and Arthur, the spirit had gone out of the other children in respect of their ghost hunting activities during that winter. So they looked forward to the summer to resume their hunting for my grave in the gardens, but this was curtailed by another death, that of Thomas. He’d been out to see to the fields, and when he hadn’t returned for dinner, Sophie got worried and sent out some serva...

Chapter Seven This letter made a staggering impact on the family when it was produced that night at the dinner table by Sophie. ‘Odds bodkins!’ Thomas exclaimed. ‘This would definitely have killed father if he’d seen this. So Richard was my grandfather and not Edward,’ he mused. ‘Percy!’ This was what Percival was called by the older members of the family, but was Mr Percival to the younger ones. ‘Send one of the servants...

Chapter Six Call it a quirk of fate if you wish, though I am more of a quirk than the fact that both Grace, wife of Henry, and Sophie went into labour at the same time to produce their offspring in unison. In some way I was pleased that the doctor was seeing to Grace and it was an experienced midwife who attended Sophie at the moment of the births. Grace produced a daughter that they named Alice, while Sophie bore a son,...

Chapter Five When I wasn’t watching the children play and grow, I spent time looking over the shoulder of William while he was at his desk in the study. This was a definite no go zone for female members of the family as this was where all the business of the estate was handled, and not for female ears. It was fast becoming a financial nightmare for William. The income coming from the harvests and sales of livestock was no...

Chapter Four Sophie, if you remember, was the baby that smiled at me at her birth, the daughter of my sister Joan. She was six years old now, and had been brought over to the hall with her parents for the ball being held in the main hall. I had already wandered around among the guests and now I had returned upstairs and had sat down on one of the sofas that were placed in the corridors that led to the bedrooms. I thought...

Time. That man made name for the passing of the seasons and the years. To me, it had no meaning. It was limitless as far as I could see. I was nearly twenty years of age by this reckoning, and likely to remain so for eternity. But I still wanted to fight time. I wanted my brother to leave that world at the quickest moment possible, and to this end, I was devoting most of my time in his haunting. I felt a certain pride in...

Chapter Two In that instant I was outside of my body to see the pistol ball come erupting out of my chest in a gout of blood and gore and watched myself pitch forward to fall on the carpet. Caroline screamed and then fainted as I turned to see Edward standing near the moving drapes, the pistol still smoking from the fatal shot that had killed me. We both heard the sounds of running feet coming towards the chamber and Edwa...