I haven’t dressed well for the occasion no hood, no umbrella, no boots. I look down, shifting away from the murky puddle of water which has penetrated my shoes. That time I wasn’t alone, not like I am now.Ĭold seeps into the bones of my feet. Instead, I find myself staring after the bus for a few moments, lost in my thoughts, remembering the last time I got the bus into town. Around me other alighting passengers rush on to their destinations, hoods pulled up, umbrellas flicked open. The bus rumbles as it pulls away, spewing out diesel fumes and disturbing the large pools of rain which have gathered at the side of the road. I would also like to thank my draft readers K.J Farnham, Alexandra King, David King and Diane Robertson for their time, effort and feedback. So here it is, kids, this one is for you (to read when you’re much older)! This book is my answer to my children’s pleas for me to write a ‘ghost story’. My heartfelt thanks goes to my family for their love and support, especially my husband David whose help, once again, was so invaluable during the editing and publishing process. Alone in the big old house, Harry learns that nothing is quite as it seems, and that behind a family history filled with strange disappearances lurks an otherworldly tale of darkness, obsession, and vengeance. Desperate to put her chequered past behind her, Harry is determined to learn about the family she never knew and to discover what happened to her mother, Anna, who vanished without a trace years ago.Īs the story moves between the decades, secrets are unearthed and the dead begin to speak. In 2018 Eleanor’s estranged granddaughter, Harry James, arrives in Kirtlebeck after inheriting the Murray family home. Then, just months after their arrival in the village, Bert goes missing. Still reeling from Bert’s recent infidelity, Eleanor’s hopes of happiness in their rural idyll are swiftly consumed by depression and despair.
In 1972 artist Eleanor Murray starts afresh in Kirtlebeck with her husband, Bert, and daughter, Anna. Will the house that witnessed it all ever give up its secrets?
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