Chapter 10 After eating a light supper of cornbread and milk, Miss Georgia and Abigail went upstairs. Since Miss Georgia’s room was where the tunnel was, surely if the ghost started haunting again, it’d be in here. They turned out lights in the bedrooms, then both of them sat in chairs on the opposite […]
Dec 16, 2020
Sleepless Night
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Chapter 3 Miss Georgia didn’t sleep well that night. It wasn’t the wind, although it did howl around the corner like a lost soul. It wasn’t actually Abigail, who slept on Miss Georgia’s sofa. It was the story Abigail brought with her, the ridiculous story about thinking maybe her house was haunted. Miss Georgia had […]
Jun 13, 2020
Terror Underground
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How long would it be until the ceiling collapsed? Even though it looked like the builders of this tunnel had used railroad ties or something similar to shore it up, these had weakened with time. Surely, it’d be safer to move on down the narrow passageway. Cobwebs clung to my hair and arms as I […]
Apr 24, 2020
Just Supposin’
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Writing a mystery is doing a lot of just supposin’. Come with me a moment into the mysterious realms of the fourth Ned McNeil mystery. Just suppose that it was part of Ned’s job to take a picture of an old farmhouse for her boss, Daisy. But, suppose that when Ned goes inside the dark […]
Apr 20, 2020
Waxing Poetic
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Spring is actually here! Hopefully, there’ll be no more freezes. It makes a person absolutely giddy and feel like grabbing a pencil and waxing poetic! Do you have a springtime poem you’d like to share? Awakening Springtime’s breath is in the breezes Stirring blossoms as it teases Roses into sharing their perfume. Gently warming, softly […]
Apr 15, 2020
A Close Encounter of the Scary Kind
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In case you’ve forgotten The Cemetery Club, here’s part of an exciting chapter. We find Darcy and her mother Flora driving east toward Fayetteville during a rainstorm. The highway is deserted…or so they think. As we crossed the Ventris River Bridge, rain came down harder. Switching my wiper speed to “fast,” I made sure the […]
