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Mystery and Misadventure - An Old Acquaintance, by M.D.Hall
Synopsis
Samuel Prite introduces you to thirteen tales of ghostly encounters, supernatural events and rather unfortunate happenings. As he leads you along this meandering path, it will become clear that Prite is not merely a guide, but someone, or something far more sinister.
Excerpt
Once inside, Paul heard Ruth whisper, ‘Are you ready?’
‘Almost,’ he replied. No sooner had he spoken than he threw his weight against the gate. It grated, then slammed against the retaining post with a clang which echoed through the still night.
‘What are you doing?’ Ruth demanded, forgetting to whisper. ‘Let me in.’
‘Sorry Ruth, can’t do that … It might be a little more dangerous than I let on.’ She banged on the gate, not caring what noise she made. ‘Let me in!’
The reply was the sound of him walking on dry leaves.
***
The frightened young woman stepped back and surveyed the barrier before her. Rushing forward, she grabbed the ivy and began to haul herself up. Immediately, the creeper broke away and she fell heavily. That’s not right, she told herself. Having helped in her grandfather’s garden since she was very small, she knew ivy to be much stronger than this. Something was not right, she felt it deep down, and was powerless to do anything … Unless? she thought …
She ran back down the road. It would only take her a couple of minutes to get to the two policemen. They’ll get in!
***
Paul approached the wide stone steps leading up to the faded, one-time-grand, double door. Two ornate lamp posts, rusted and with grimed glass, stood to either side of the doors. They sputtered into life, despite a lack of power to the house in over a century. The light remained constant for only a matter of seconds before flickering, just like the lamp’s younger street cousins minutes earlier. As before, the flicker heralded the shadow’s appearance.
As close as he was, he could make out the outline of the figure’s tailored coat and long straggling hair, and a peg-leg!
A continuous light returned and the shade vanished, only to return a few seconds later with the re-emergent flickering. This time, however, it appeared on the lower step … flicker … It was on the path … flicker … It reared up, directly in front of him, causing him to lose balance and fall … flicker … It was leaning over him, shadow arms outstretched, then … darkness.
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By Simon Denman, Author and Founder of Readers in the KnowSynopsis
Samuel Prite introduces you to thirteen tales of ghostly encounters, supernatural events and rather unfortunate happenings. As he leads you along this meandering path, it will become clear that Prite is not merely a guide, but someone, or something far more sinister.
Excerpt
Once inside, Paul heard Ruth whisper, ‘Are you ready?’
‘Almost,’ he replied. No sooner had he spoken than he threw his weight against the gate. It grated, then slammed against the retaining post with a clang which echoed through the still night.
‘What are you doing?’ Ruth demanded, forgetting to whisper. ‘Let me in.’
‘Sorry Ruth, can’t do that … It might be a little more dangerous than I let on.’ She banged on the gate, not caring what noise she made. ‘Let me in!’
The reply was the sound of him walking on dry leaves.
***
The frightened young woman stepped back and surveyed the barrier before her. Rushing forward, she grabbed the ivy and began to haul herself up. Immediately, the creeper broke away and she fell heavily. That’s not right, she told herself. Having helped in her grandfather’s garden since she was very small, she knew ivy to be much stronger than this. Something was not right, she felt it deep down, and was powerless to do anything … Unless? she thought …
She ran back down the road. It would only take her a couple of minutes to get to the two policemen. They’ll get in!
***
Paul approached the wide stone steps leading up to the faded, one-time-grand, double door. Two ornate lamp posts, rusted and with grimed glass, stood to either side of the doors. They sputtered into life, despite a lack of power to the house in over a century. The light remained constant for only a matter of seconds before flickering, just like the lamp’s younger street cousins minutes earlier. As before, the flicker heralded the shadow’s appearance.
As close as he was, he could make out the outline of the figure’s tailored coat and long straggling hair, and a peg-leg!
A continuous light returned and the shade vanished, only to return a few seconds later with the re-emergent flickering. This time, however, it appeared on the lower step … flicker … It was on the path … flicker … It reared up, directly in front of him, causing him to lose balance and fall … flicker … It was leaning over him, shadow arms outstretched, then … darkness.