Mystery at the Rookery – Teresa Bassett
1700 word Ghost Story
Susie is excited to be spending her first night away from home at the Rookery, an eighteenth-century manor house which her friend Kate’s family has converted into a hotel. With the grand opening only days away, mysterious and unsettling things have started to go wrong.
Included in the Collection ‘The Day Death wore Boots’
As Dad turned the car into the driveway, Susie’s mind fizzed with excitement at the thought of her first night away from home. He pulled over by the entrance, and they gazed in admiration at the stately eighteenth-century manor house. “Nice to see the Rookery being lived in again,” he said. “Once upon a time half the village worked up here, but it’s been empty since I was a child. I always said it would make a great hotel.”
The Day Death Wore Boots – A Collection of Ghost Stories
Find out if the miniature Western town is really a toy in the title story. Was Jed Holloway’s death really down to faulty brakes – The Haunted Rig? You want to go home from your holiday in the Costa Del Sol but is it safe – Spanish Midnight? Does it matter that you don’t believe in ghosts when the ghost believes in you – Shard?
From Pompeii to the Wild West, from Australia to the shores of the United Kingdom the spirit world may be closer than you think!
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The Honeysuckle Archway – Teresa Bassett
1700 words Women’s Fiction / Mystery
Joe’s great-grandfather is very ill in hospital. To take his mind off things, Joe sets out for a walk along the cliff path, determined to solve a mystery.
“Egg and cress? Thanks, Mum.” Joe stuffed the foiled package into his backpack. “Have a good day, love.” Mum was smiling, but she couldn’t hide the sad look in her eyes. Joe hesitated. “I could stay, if you like. We could go back to the hospital.” Mum shook her head. “It would take us all day to get there, and you’ve got school tomorrow, don’t forget. Besides, Great-gramps barely knows us now. It’s just a matter of time.” She ruffled Joe’s beach-blond hair. “Go on, Joe, enjoy the last day of your holidays.” “Okay, Mum, if you’re sure.” “I’m quite sure. Where are you headed?” “Silvermines Bay.” Joe kept his fingers crossed behind his back. He intended to go a bit further than that, but Mum had enough on her mind.