A Ghost Story for Halloween

Hi folks,

Well, we did get Dark Star ready before Halloween. Just in time, right? Check it out.

So, what’s next? Well, our latest effort is called Coming Home. It’s a bit of a demon hunter story. We’re just waiting for the cover now and hope to get it up before Halloween as well. What’s that? you want a peek between the pages? Okay, here you go…


Melanie Rivers sat on her motorcycle, staring at the passing waves as the ferry boat carried her across the short stretch of water to the island where she had grown up. It had been so long ago, it seemed like a lifetime. At length she took out her notebook and pen.
The endless sea
Washes away the past
Forgiving all sins”
Melanie re-read what she’d written then closed the book and returned it to the pocket of her leather jacket. “Let’s hope so.” The boat was approaching the dock, it was time to go, to face the music. She pulled on her helmet and started the engine as the ramp touched the dock.
The road rose up a long hill and into the forest. Melanie pulled over to let the traffic pass then set out slowly for the town a short distance away. An abandoned building caught her eye and she stopped for a moment. Brighton Hotel. It had been a thriving B&B when she was a girl, but it stood empty now, probably had for years, by the look of it. The place had a haunted look to it now and she shivered. She sighed and rode on. Melanie wasn’t looking forward to this homecoming.
A small diner caught her eye as she entered the town of Brighton. Candi’s Cafe. That wasn’t here before. Hungry, Melanie decided to stop and fortify herself. It had been over twelve years, maybe no one would recognize her. Maybe folks had moved on with their lives. With luck they had forgotten all about her. She hung her helmet on the handlebars and went inside.
The sign said, Have a Seat, so she did, taking the only empty table in the room. The buzz of conversation stopped as she walked in, but now it picked up again. She sighed inwardly as she heard the strident voice of the woman at the next table. “It is her, I tell you. That woman is Melanie Rivers. What the hell is she doing back here in Brighton?”
That’s not our business,” replied her male companion softly. “Keep your damn voice down.”
The hell I will. I’m not going to stand for this.” She turned her full attention to Melanie as she rose from her chair. “What are you doing back here, Melanie Rivers? Hasn’t your family done enough damage to the good people of this town?”
Melanie didn’t even look at the woman. Sadly, she couldn’t even remember the woman’s name. She sighed and let her shoulders sag,but her silence gave the woman courage. “Well, answer me, Miss Murderer Rivers.”
Melanie’s voice was soft as she finally spoke without making eye contact. “Please don’t do this. I just want a meal. I’m not here to cause trouble.”
You are trouble, Missy; your whole damn family is trouble, trouble we don’t need. We don’t want the likes of you in our town.”
That snapped it. There was going to be no way to reason with the woman. Her husband’s feeble attempts to shut her up only added fuel to the fire. Melanie shook her head. “It’s hard, isn’t it?”
What??? What the hell are you talking about?”
Not getting what you want. It’s hard to want something and not get it. That’s how it felt years ago when my family wanted the support of this town, but we didn’t get it. Now, according to you, the town doesn’t want me here.” Melanie rose and faced her attacker. The woman took a step back from the fire in those eyes. “Well this time you won’t get what you want either. I’ve come home to stay. Suck it up and learn to deal. Now, get out of my face.”
The woman shrank back into her seat and swallowed hard. “What are you going to do, Melanie? Murder me in my sleep too?”
Don’t tempt me.” Melanie sat back down as the young server appeared.
Please, we don’t want any trouble in here.”

Me neither, girl. I just want a burger and a coffee, that all.”

Okay, that’s all you get for now, but stay tuned to this channel, I’ll let you know as soon as we get a cover.

Bright blessings

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