A Ghost Story Mystery
by Kate Wylder
I started writing this ghost story mystery in September 2019 and began serialising it on my YouTube channel, initially as whispered readings and then soft spoken. You can read the first couple of paragraphs from the latest version of the first chapter titled The Stranger below, or watch/listen to me read the whole of the first original seventeen parts in an ASMR whispered voice or the first ten parts in a soft spoken voice by pressing play on the videos/links below.
UPDATE: Am in the process of writing more chapters and hope to have the story finished by the end of 2023!
UPDATE: Am in the process of writing more chapters and hope to have the story finished by the end of 2023!
A curious encounter on All Hallows Eve prompted a series of events that we still don’t fully understand. It sent us on a journey into the past, rediscovering people long since dead and events long since forgotten about. Names and places have been changed where necessary to protect the identities of those still alive... and those who have passed on. This is our story. Let me begin… CHAPTER ONE: THE STRANGER Saturday 26th October It was a chilly morning at the end of October. The sun sat low in the sky and an icy sea fret hung in the air. We huddled together on the front doorstep of our new home waiting for Mrs Locke to arrive with the keys. She was already twenty minutes late and there was no sign of the removals van.Rachel was bored. She shivered and adjusted the scarf around her neck. ‘Go and sit in the car if you’re cold,’ I said. She shook her head. ‘I’m fine,’ she answered, tugging at her woolly hat, and stretching it further down over her ears. I stood up and walked the short way to the end of the garden path. Leaning over the gate, I checked up and down the road to see if Mrs Locke was on her way. There wasn’t a soul in sight. I turned around and leant my back against the short iron gate. Before me stood our new home. It looked huge, old, and empty. The top of the roof was covered with a veil of mist, which lent an eerie aspect to the place. I shivered. The last time I’d made a visit to the house was over three months ago. Then it had been a warm and bright July afternoon and the pretty blue and green glass panels in the front door had sparkled in the sunshine. Now they looked dull and dirty in this jaded October light. The varnish on the front door and the paintwork around the downstairs bay window was faded and peeling, making everything look scruffy. I sighed. The sales brochure had described the house as a charming mid-Victorian semi. A once grand, but now tired home in need of an affectionate new owner. I knew how it felt ... |
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