November Wind

Ned McNeil usually didn’t mind living alone in the Victorian house she had inherited from her uncle. Alone, that is, except for a small gray cat called Penny. But, there was no denying that the old home place in which she lived, the place called Granger Mansion, held some secrets of its own. After all, more than one family had lived in it through the years. She had no idea of the lengths some people would go to delve into an ancient story and uncover a legend. Strange things happened at Granger Mansion By the Fright of the Silvery Moon.

When the nights grow long and bare, dead boughs of trees sway in a fitful wind; when the moon soars overhead, casting silvery light and long shadows across the grass, make sure you are prepared. Stoke the fire, brew that coffee, grab a  mystery, and enjoy a good case of the cozy shivers.

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