Charlotte's Ghost

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Charlotte is a ghost with a passion for resurrection, but she needs a new body. Would she stoop to committing fratricide to get it?

Charlotte’s Ghost


Josh Corbett held his breath as he nervously grasped the handle of his sister’s bedroom door. He turned it to its fullest extent, and then hesitated; trembling in anticipation of the dark secrets that might soon be revealed. He cautiously pushed the door wide open. Something rustled behind the door, causing him to jump back in alarm. He peered round the edge of the door and saw a coat still swaying gently on a hook fixed to the back of the door. The breath that he had been holding suddenly exploded from his lungs, startling him. Until that moment, he hadn’t realised that he had been holding his breath. Perceiving no immediate threat, Josh strode boldly into the centre of the room and looked around.

Charlotte’s bedroom had always been a source of great mystery to Josh. He had never been allowed in her room, and that made him curious. It never occurred to him that his sister simply didn’t want her twelve year-old brother messing around with her things. He suspected much darker secrets. Maybe she was a serial killer who kept a stash of murder weapons hidden under the bed. Josh wouldn’t put anything past her.

Today, Charlotte had gone off with her creepy friends and would be away all day. His widowed mother was in the garden swapping gossip with her neighbour over the back fence. They would be at it for ages. With his family thus occupied, there would never be a better time for Josh to sneak into Charlotte’s bedroom and discover its dark secrets.

Having at last entered the forbidden room, Josh was disappointed. He saw nothing at all of interest to him. Huh! Just a lot of girl stuff, he thought scornfully. He checked under the bed. No murder weapons. No corpses. Just a lot of dust bunnies and a few odd shoes. This was most disappointing. Maybe she kept a diary. That could be interesting. Now where would she keep something like that? He began to poke more deeply into her things.

Suddenly, he heard movement in the doorway behind him. He glanced up and saw Charlotte’s reflection in the dressing table mirror. Oh crikey! What’s she doing back here so soon?  He guiltily snatched his hand away from the half open drawer and swung around to face his furious sister. The look on her face would have sent a Bengal tiger scurrying off in a panic. Josh might have emulated the tiger, but there was nowhere for him to scurry off to. Charlotte was blocking the only exit.

‘What are you doing in here?’ she screamed.

‘Uh … I just … I just wanted to borrow …’ he stammered. For the life of him, Josh couldn’t think of anything in this room that he might want to borrow. He glanced down at the half open drawer for inspiration. To his embarrassment, he saw that it was full of Charlotte’s underwear. ‘Oops, wrong drawer,’ he said.

‘Get out! Get out! If I ever catch you in here again I’ll … I’ll …’

Josh got out. He didn’t wait to find out what his sister would do if she found him in her room again.

Just then, the front doorbell rang. Josh could make out the shape of police uniforms through the opaque glass panels. Oh crap! The silly bitch has called the cops. No, that didn’t make sense. He hadn’t committed any crime, and the cops couldn’t have arrived so quickly even if she had called them. He cautiously opened the front door to face a policeman and a policewoman standing solemnly on the door step. They asked to speak to his mother.

After fetching his mother from the garden, where she and her neighbour had been creatively assassinating the local vicar’s character, Josh retreated to his bedroom. There, he searched his memory for anything he had done that might attract the attention of the law. Mrs McKinney might have called the police when she found the mouse in her letterbox; but how could she have known it was him? The mouse was already dead anyway, so no harm done.

The police hadn’t called to discuss dead mice. They had come bearing tragic news. Charlotte had been killed in an accident. She had been a passenger in a stolen car that had crashed following a high speed police chase on the other side of town. After the police left, Mrs Corbett called Josh into the living room.

‘Josh,’ she said, ‘we have to talk.’

‘But it wasn’t me, Mum,’ protested Josh. ‘I wasn’t anywhere near her letterbox, and the mouse was already dead anyway.’

‘I don’t know what you are talking about,’ said Mrs Corbett. ‘Please be quiet and listen to me.’ She stifled a sob. ‘It’s your sister. The police tell me that she’s been killed in an accident and they want me to go down and identify the body.’

‘What? But that’s … when did this happen?’

‘Just an hour ago, on the other side of town. She was a passenger …’

‘No! That can’t be true,’ cried Josh.

‘I know it’s hard to accept, Josh, but we have to be …’

‘No, you don’t understand. I was talking to Charlotte just minutes ago. She’s in her bedroom.’

‘Really?’ exclaimed Mrs Corbett, snatching at a glimmer of hope. ‘Perhaps there has been a mistake.’ She hurried through to Charlotte’s bedroom. Josh followed. The door was ajar, just as he had left it when he made his escape.

‘She’s not here, Josh,’ said Mrs Corbett. ‘The room is exactly as it was when she dashed out this morning. I wanted her to tidy it up a bit first, but …’

‘She must have gone out again,’ said Josh, bewildered. But he knew that she can’t have done. The police were at the front door seconds after he left her, and she couldn’t have gone out the back way without his mother seeing her. Was he hallucinating? Could it have been his sister’s ghost?

‘Josh,’ said Mrs Corbett. ‘You know very well that Charlotte can’t have gone out without one of us seeing her. I think you saw Charlotte’s ghost. Can you believe that?’

Josh said nothing. He didn’t know what to believe; but his mother did. She had always hoped to see a ghost one day. How thrilling it would be if her first ghost turned out to be her own daughter.

‘Charlotte? Are you here?’ called Mrs Corbett. ‘Speak to me darling.’ The room stayed silent. ‘It’s OK, Charlotte. If you don’t want to talk now, we can talk later.’ Mrs Corbett was disappointed; but that did not shake her belief that Charlotte had come back from the dead. She was quite sure that Josh had just seen her ghost and that Charlotte’s spirit was still here in this room.

‘Come along Josh,’ she said, ‘let’s give your sister some privacy. I want to leave this room exactly as it is now. You must never come in here again. Is that clear?’ She ushered Josh out the door and closed it firmly.

Josh agreed that Mrs Corbett’s instruction was clear; but it was also superfluous. If the room was really occupied by Charlotte’s ghost, no power in the world could make him go back in there.


The room became a kind of a shrine for Charlotte. Mrs Corbett would go there occasionally and sit quietly on the bed, torturing herself with memories of her beloved daughter. Apart from that, the door remained firmly closed. Charlotte did not reappear or make her presence known in any way; but Mrs Corbett knew that her ghost was there. She had a very good reason for believing this. It’s called faith. Those who have faith don’t need proof.

Josh, on the other hand, had begun to doubt his memory. Had he really seen Charlotte or was it just his guilty conscience playing tricks on his mind? He had heard that dead people sometimes hung around for a bit because they had unfinished business in need of closure. The movie ‘Ghost’ was like that; but the circumstances of Charlotte’s death were nothing like those of the movie. For one thing, Charlotte didn’t love anyone – except perhaps her mother. What could her ghost do to make her mother happy? In Josh’s view, the best thing she could do to make her mother happy was to stay dead.

As time went by with no more ghostly manifestations, Josh convinced himself that there had been no ghost – or if there had been, the ghost would have passed on ages ago. Charlotte’s bedroom was just an empty room. It held nothing spookier than stuff left behind by a rebellious and rather untidy fourteen year old girl. Josh had faith in his belief but, unlike his mother, he was not content with faith alone. He had to get back into that room somehow and prove it. If perchance he was wrong and his sister’s ghost had, in fact, taken up residence in her old room, he would just walk away like he did last time. Charlotte wouldn’t dare try to stop him.

That decision was easy. Acting on it was not. He couldn’t go into that room while his mother was around. If she caught him doing that, his punishment would be swift and severe. Nor could he go into the room while his mother was at work. The law would not allow a child of his age to be at home alone. After school each day, he had to go to Mrs Flanagan’s place and wait there until Mrs Corbett picked him up on her way home from work.

Josh didn’t like Mrs Flanagan. She was a witch; he was sure of that. She looked like a witch, she sounded like a witch and she had the disposition of a witch, so Josh concluded that she must be a witch. Her house was not a nice place to be. Among other things, it always smelt vaguely like an un-flushed toilet. Josh was glad when he turned fourteen, at which age he could lawfully be at home alone after school. Mrs Corbett saw no point in continuing to pay for a care service that she no longer needed, so she gave Mrs Flanagan the sack. That wasn’t quite as good as burning the old witch at the stake, thought Josh, but it would do.


Josh was now free to explore Charlotte’s bedroom at his leisure; but he was no longer sure that he wanted to. Maybe the room really was haunted. The last time he saw – or thought he saw – Charlotte there, she looked ready to do him some serious mischief. Would she do that? Could she?

A week went by before Josh’s curiosity overcame his fear. Once more, he held his breath as he nervously grasped the handle of the bedroom door and turned it to its fullest extent. This time, he did not hesitate. He thrust the door open so hard that it banged against the wall and sent the coat hanging behind it cascading to the floor. ‘Charlotte, if you are in here, show yourself,’ he demanded.

Charlotte did not appear. Josh strode over to her dressing table and pulled open a drawer and started scrabbling among the contents. ‘Look Charlotte, I am messing about with your stuff. What are you going to do about it?’ No response. Huh! Just as I thought. There’s no ghost here. He glanced down at the drawer he had opened. Nothing of interest there. Just an assortment of oils, lotions, creams and other cosmetics, many of which were beyond his comprehension. What a load of old rubbish. It smells awful.

As Josh turned back toward the door, he became aware of a redolence that he hadn’t noticed before. It must be from the stuff in that drawer, he thought. But no, it was too strong for that, and was becoming stronger by the second. The perfume that invaded his nostrils was at once pleasing and disturbing. His head spun. He began to feel as if he belonged in this room; but that didn’t make sense.

In a trance, he moved toward Charlotte’s bed. Charlotte’s nightdress was folded on the pillow. Josh picked it up and thrust his face into the soft fabric. He felt an almost irresistible urge to put the nightdress on and snuggle up in Charlotte’s bed. What the hell?? He jumped back and threw the nightdress onto the bed. The hypnotic aroma weakened as he fought to regain his self control.

Someone or something had just been messing with his head. He hadn’t been expecting that; but he had managed to fight it off, whatever it was. He glanced at himself in the dressing table mirror. He looked awfully pale. Suddenly his mirror image began to waver and morph into an image of Charlotte’s face. Josh blinked furiously; but the face did not go away.

‘Charlotte!’ cried Josh. ‘So it really is you.’

‘Of course it’s me, stupid,’ said Charlotte’s face. ‘What took you so long?’

‘What … what do you mean?’

’You know bloody well what I mean,’ snarled Charlotte’s face, which looked a trifle ridiculous perched on Josh’s body. ‘I’ve been stuck in this room ever since Mum made it into a shrine. I needed you and you didn’t come.’

‘But the last time I was in here, you told me to get out and never come back or you’d … I don’t know what you’d do. I didn’t wait to find out.’

‘OK, so I was a bit hasty. I’d just been killed in a car chase. That would be enough to upset anyone, and when I came here and found you fondling my underwear, I just lost it.’

‘I wasn’t fondling …’

‘Oh shut up. It doesn’t matter now. I knew you would come back in here sooner or later. You always were a nosy little creep. I just didn’t think I would have to wait for two years. Actually, it works out for the best. You are fourteen now, the same age as I was when I died.’

‘So now we are both the same age. So what?’ Josh gazed at the reflection in the mirror. ‘Do you really have to stick that image of your face on my reflection? It looks weird.’

‘I’m just checking. You look a lot like me you know – at least like I was before I died. You’re much the same size as I was then, too. That’s cool.’

‘What is that supposed to mean?’ asked Josh suspiciously.

‘Don’t you get it? I wasn’t meant to die so young. I want to be myself again and do all the things I used to do. Some weirdo with horns and a tail gave me the power to resurrect myself’ but I need a functioning body for that.’ Her face had disappeared from the mirror. She was now standing in front of Josh, looking just as she had when he had last seen her two years ago.

‘The body you’ve got looks fine to me,’ said Josh. ‘Why would you need another one?’

‘My body was cremated two years ago. What you see now is just an image created from your memory of how I used to look. There’s nothing here of me except my spirit. My spirit needs a body for me to be complete again. To get straight to the point, I need your body.’

‘What? You must be mad!’ exclaimed Josh.

‘Not mad. Just determined to live again – in your body.’

‘But I don’t want to be you. I want to keep on being me!’

‘I don’t want all of you. I just want your body,’

‘So what happens to the rest of me then? Where does what’s left of me go?

Charlotte did not reply, but Josh already knew the answer. Charlotte is going to kill me and steal my body.

The hypnotic aroma, which had all but disappeared, flooded the room once more. Josh tried to walk away but his legs were disinclined to move. He struggled in vain against the hypnotic aroma. If Charlotte had this much power, she really could take his body whenever she liked. His only hope now was to appeal to her better nature. He wasn’t sure that she had a better nature; but she was his sister for goodness sake. He had to try.

‘I’m sorry you were killed, Charlotte, I really am; but that wasn’t my fault. If you hadn’t been out joyriding in a stolen car you would probably still be alive in your own body. I can’t just sit back and let you take mine. I really can’t. You do understand don’t you?’

For a moment, Charlotte looked worried. If he resisted strongly enough, taking his body wouldn’t be easy. She forced herself to give Josh a reassuring smile.

‘I’m sorry too Josh,’ she said. ‘Yes I do understand, but you can’t blame me for trying.’

‘Huh? No, of course not,’ said Josh. ‘Sorry I can’t help you.’ Well, that was easier than I expected. The aroma that had held him so firmly faded rapidly away. He was free to leave.

‘Thanks, Charlotte. You’re not such a bad sister after all. I’m going to leave you in peace now. No hard feelings, eh?’

‘Nope,’ said Charlotte. ‘None at all. I’m glad you see it that way.’ Her smile broadened.

Josh had almost reached the door when everything went blank.


Later that day, Mrs Corbett arrived home from work to hear the sound of Josh pottering in the kitchen. From the sound of it, he was busily preparing the evening meal. That was unusual. Josh couldn’t even make toast without burning it. She hoped that whatever meal he was preparing now would at least be edible, if not palatable.

‘I’m home, Josh,’ she called. ‘What are you doing in the kitchen? I hope you’re not making a …’ She came to an abrupt halt as she entered the kitchen. If her jaw had dropped much further, she would have been in danger of tripping on it.

‘Josh,’ she cried out, ‘you’re wearing a dress!’ She paused while she considered the possible implications of this remarkable discovery. ‘Is there something you need to tell me?’

‘Hello, Mum,’ Charlotte began. ‘Gosh it’s so nice to see …’

‘Wait! I know that dress. You young scoundrel. You’ve been in Charlotte’s bedroom. I have told you never to …’

‘It’s OK Mum. It’s me, Charlotte. I came back, just as you knew I would.’

Oh my goodness, thought Mrs Corbett. The poor boy’s gone potty. He thinks he’s Charlotte.


During the weeks that followed, Josh behaved more and more like Charlotte. He spent a lot of time in her bedroom. Mrs Corbett soon gave up trying to keep him out of there. He developed an enthusiastic liking for what he used to call ‘girl stuff’. More than once he got into trouble for going to school in his sister’s uniform. That led to much heated debate on the school’s dress code.

Mrs Corbett sought professional help, but to no avail. Except for his strange obsession with his dead sister’s identity, Josh was in excellent mental health. Mrs Corbett tried to steer him back on what she believed was the right track; but the effort was futile. After a while, she began thinking of him more as Charlotte than as Josh. Maybe he isn’t potty, she thought. Maybe his hormones have become confused and he really wants to be a girl – or maybe he’s just exploring his feminine side – or maybe – oh I don’t know. I need help!

She consulted the most eminent psychologists that she could afford. All of them reached the same conclusion. Josh was a girl trapped in a boy’s body. Mrs Corbett agonised over this diagnosis. Why had there been no sign of it during his first fourteen years of life? Couldn’t this be just a phase that Josh was going through? The eminent psychologists did not think so. They remained firmly of the view that, psychologically, Josh was 100% female. It would be harmful to treat him otherwise. Under pressure from well meaning friends, Mrs Corbett reluctantly signed the consent form for Josh’s gender reassignment surgery. She hoped it was for the best. There would be no going back.


Josh was already in hospital and partially sedated when he finally came out of the fugue he had been in for the past few weeks. He could remember nothing of what had transpired during that time. He must have been seriously ill because here he was in hospital being wheeled into theatre for some kind of surgery. He wondered sleepily what part if his anatomy was about to go under the knife.

 The End

Submitted: February 28, 2016

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Chris Green

Ecellent tale Joe. Great momentum and your descrptions, observations and wry wit carry it alomg well. You have mastered the ghost story genre here.

Mon, February 29th, 2016 6:40am


Thanks Chris. Your comments make me very happy. The wonderful thing about ghosts is that there are no rules. The writer can give them whatever powers and weaknesses as are necessary to move the story along. ~ Joe

Mon, February 29th, 2016 12:21am

B Douglas Slack

A wonderful cross-gender spook tale, Joe. I thought I had the plot nailed, but you surprised me at the end.

Good one!


Wed, March 2nd, 2016 1:30am


Thanks Tom. The end came as a surprise to me too. For a while I was stuck for an ending that wouldn't be too predictable. ~ Joe

Wed, March 2nd, 2016 1:16am

Mr Watson

What possessed him to start wearing his sister's dresses ! Loved the twist Fernglow and all the other bits and bobs.

Fri, March 4th, 2016 10:17pm


What possessed him was his sister, Charlotte. She was using Josh's body as if it were her own. Josh's psyche was not a willing party to this charade. Sorry if i did not make that clear enough. Thanks for reading and commenting, Mr Watson.

Fri, March 4th, 2016 2:44pm

Mr Watson

I understood it was his sister who possesed him Fernglow. It was my attempt at being humerous, but it fell flat ! ????

Fri, March 4th, 2016 10:52pm


Oh, I get it now. Yep, it was a good joke but I mistakenly took your comment seriously. I ought ti know better by now. ~ Joe

Fri, March 4th, 2016 2:59pm

unmasked delusions

Wow this was a classic ghost story then towards the end it went Completely wacko ha, even better. For some reason I couldn't help but smile when his mom saw him standing there in a dress and then at the end, its So morbid and sick yet it makes a good story. Good job, you took an interesting route.

Fri, March 18th, 2016 11:10pm


Thanks Unmasked. I like my stories to take interesting (and hopefully entertaining) routes. I am glad that you enjoyed this one. ~ Joe

Fri, March 18th, 2016 4:20pm

Miss Midnight

Well hell, that was creepy! Your way of story telling is wonderful, making me feel part of the story all the way to the end and what an ending! Man, his sister is a mean one and as she spoke so carelessly about her plan, lol. You truly have a knack for telling a ghost story! The overall flow was very elegant and read without a hitch. Excellent Piece!

Wed, November 23rd, 2016 3:55am


Thank you, Miss Midnight. Your reaction to the story is exactly what I hoped readers would feel. I do appreciate you taking time to comment. It means a lot coming from a talented writer like you. I revised the story several times before I was satisfied, but that is a part of writing that I enjoy. ~ Joe

Wed, November 23rd, 2016 1:51am

Adrian Hunt

Hi Joe, it's been a while! I love a good ghost story, as you probably know. This kept my attention completely throughout, and a great twist to boot. Nice work as always!

Tue, November 29th, 2016 7:38pm


Hi Adrian. Nice to hear from you. I haven't written anything for a while, so your comment came as a pleasant surprise. My stories are still being read, though, so somebody out there must be enjoying them. One day, I hope I will be inspired to start writing again. ~ Joe

Tue, November 29th, 2016 11:59am

Donald Harry Roberts

Excellent Joe......

Wed, May 17th, 2017 9:34pm


Thank you, Donald. And thank you for commenting.

Wed, May 17th, 2017 2:48pm

Karen Lynn

Most excellent story, Joe; thanks!!

Thu, May 18th, 2017 12:13am


Thanks for reading and commenting, Karen. I am glad that you liked it.

Wed, May 17th, 2017 5:52pm


A well-written story. It is more psychological than spooky. After reading it three times in the last 24 hours, I have come to believe that it is the story of Josh embracing his latent feminine side by using Charlotte's death and 'ghost' as a device to do so. Remember the first time Charlotte's 'ghost' catches him with his hands in her underwear drawer and he doesn't even remember opening that. Josh might have been becoming a girl subconsciously already and Charlotte's death might have only accelerated the process and he needed that one last push from her 'Ghost' and hence he went back to her room after two years. Well, at least that is my take.

Enjoyed reading it immensely, Joe. Will be around to read more of your work.

Cheers, Varad.

Tue, June 6th, 2017 5:21am


Thanks, Varad. You have shown how one story can be interpreted in more than one way. I quite like your interpretation and I have in fact written a story about a boy finding his feminine side (A Dreadful Misunderstanding); but in this case, Josh's strange behavior was due solely to his possession by Charlot's spirit, rather than by his own subconsciousness. It is the price he paid for being nosy. ~ Joe

Tue, June 6th, 2017 2:29pm

D. Thurmond / JEF

A good ghost story with a somewhat surprising end.

Sat, June 17th, 2017 5:52pm


Thank you for reading and commenting, JEF. I had trouble coming up with a conclusion to this story so the end was almost as much a surprise to me as to readers. It just popped into my mind from the murky depths of my subconscious.

Sat, June 17th, 2017 3:07pm


I was disappointed it didn't go on longer tbh. I was shocked when it was almost over - I was enjoying reading it far too much. Shame it had to end.

I can't imagine anyone saw that ending coming. It was a total left turn, both funny and horrifying!

You create such wicked children sometimes!

Great, creative work from you again sir. Better get started on publishing that anthology!

Sat, July 29th, 2017 8:38pm


Tell you what, Reagle, I didn't see that end coming either. I was going to end the story at the second to last paragraph. The final paragraph occurred to me on the spur of the moment when the story was otherwise complete. In real life, that ending would be horrifying. I am glad you enjoyed this story. My first draft was terrible. It took several revisions and some major changes before I thought it fit for posting. I guess that's true of most of my stories, but I enjoy the revision process.

Sat, July 29th, 2017 3:22pm

Brian Regal

Well played.

Tue, September 19th, 2017 4:13pm


Thank you. I appreciate the compliment.

Tue, September 19th, 2017 2:11pm

Ian D. Mooby

Great ghost story and the twist at the end was quite unexpected. Wonder what mom is going to do when the new Charlotte start acting like a boy.

Thu, October 26th, 2017 11:41pm


I was sure that I had replied to this comment, but my page tells me 'no'. Sorry about that. I do appreciate you taking time to read and comment. Yes, what happens next could be interesting. Just as well I ended the story when I did. I am happy to let readers' imaginations take over. ~ Joe

Mon, November 6th, 2017 12:40pm


Awsome story. Great work. The story was very smooth. If you have time please read
mine too and leave a comment about anything you don't like.

Sun, March 3rd, 2019 12:51pm


Thank you Refractor, for taking time to read and comment on this story.

Sun, March 3rd, 2019 12:43pm

Derina Peng

I am into this kind of story myself. But I wonder what happened with Josh? Why can't she find another baby's body to reborn? Stealing another's body makes a reincarnation becomes quite spooky or appalling when it can be unlifting or inspiring. I wrote Rebecca 1-3 about reincarnation of a girl too. Can you please give your opentions about them? I wonder often what happened after death. But your story does catch a lot of attention, and I am one of them.

Sun, May 19th, 2019 7:03pm


As writer yourself, Derina, perhaps you will understand when I say that I gave little conscious thought to how this story would unfold. I started with the idea of a boy deciding to explore his sister's forbidden bedroom. I had no idea where each step in the story would head until I got there. In fact, the story got bogged down at one stage with nowhere to go. I nearly abandoned it before my muse came up with the next step and I was able to continue. The end of the story came to me at the last moment and was almost as much a surprise to me as to readers. It was, of course, my intention to make the story spooky and appalling. I left enough clues in the story for readers to come to their own conclusions as to what became of Josh. It is what is known as an 'open ended' story. Maybe it has a happy ending. Maybe not. Most of my stories do have happy endings - but not all of them.
Thank you for your comment. I am always interested in what readers think of the story - as distinct from the way in which it is written.

Sun, May 19th, 2019 3:16pm


Wonderful story! I really enjoyed reading it.

Thu, July 11th, 2019 1:25am


Thank you for reading this story, CatWriter, and taking time to comment.

Wed, July 10th, 2019 6:33pm


Ouch! What an ending. This kept me going the whole time. You had some great lines in this, too. the part about the Bengal tiger in a panic for example. A lot of fun.

Wed, September 18th, 2019 2:12am


I'm sorry, Maureen, but I've just noticed that I never responded to your kind comment on my story, Charlotte's Ghost. It is always good to hear from someone who has read and enjoyed something I have written.

Thu, April 30th, 2020 1:33am


Ouch! What an ending. This kept me going the whole time. You had some great lines in this, too. the part about the Bengal tiger in a panic for example. A lot of fun.

Wed, September 18th, 2019 2:13am


Thank you for commenting, Phoe. Sometimes I leave my protagonists in a bit of a pickle, but I just write what my muse tells me to write. They have a happy ending more often than not. Thanks, too, for noticing the bit about the Bengal tiger. That was one of my favourite lines.

Tue, September 17th, 2019 7:27pm

james farr

A Beautiful ghost story!

Tue, November 26th, 2019 2:56pm


Thank you James. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Tue, November 26th, 2019 11:17am

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