Giving it Away

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Ghosts on the Sand – Free

Its Easter Monday in beautiful Abruzzo. Been a busy week with not much time to write so instead I’m giving away a copy of Ghosts on the Sand, just to let you know I’m still around. Click on the link above from April 23rd to April 27th to get a free copy (kindle/electronic only).

If you enjoy a traditional ghost story, you’ll enjoy this collection. I’d appreciate a review on Amazon if you have time.

Lingering Evil – Shadows

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“Who’s there?” I asked again.

Whispers in the darkness! Distorted shadows moved past the end of the bed and deepened in the corner of the room.

Les sat up sleepily. “What’s going on? Are you having one of your dreams?”

I sometimes had dreams that turned out to be premonitions, Les was used to them, but they were unpredictable.

“No, someone touched me!”

I was wide awake.

The Ticking of the Engine

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Glancing back at my car, I expected to see Viktor sitting in the passenger seat, an evil grin on his face, but there was nothing there. What I’d heard was most likely the ticking of the engine cooling down. Alfa Romeos ran hot, just like the Italians, and I drove it hard. There was nothing to see, but I felt a sudden chill, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

“Come on, let’s get you inside, you’re shaking. You need a hot, sweet cup of tea.”

I barely heard Shirley’s words, but allowed her to lead me up the stairs to our office.

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Yes, I’m writing again. This is the follow-up to Dead of July which I published back in 2013. You can only write when the time is right!!!

Alone?

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I sat on the bed in our empty flat and cried. I was five months pregnant and my emotions now affected the precious bundle I carried. When I cried it moved around inside me, letting me know it didn’t like that state of affairs. I hugged my stomach.

“Sorry, I’ll be brave, I just don’t want your daddy to be away for a month. I don’t want to be alone.”

But I’m not alone am I baby Thompson? I have you!

Then I heard a voice as plain as can be, “And you have me.” The voice had a strong Russian accent, it was cold and menacing.

“Stop, you can’t hurt me, you’re dead! Go away and leave me and my baby alone.”

This is an extract from a book I’m currently working on. It’s the sequel to Dead of July, my first novel. Ghosts on the Sand is a collection of  short stories. I love to write, and I’d love you to read, and enjoy my stories.

Dead of July

Ghosts on the Sand

The Pregnancy

 

cobs-product-pane-di-casa-loaf-650x458February and March of 1984 flew by. My body began to change and swell with pregnancy. It was uncomfortable, but exciting. Morning sickness visited me in the afternoon rather than the morning, which was fortunate because the only thing that seemed to soothe it was hot fresh bread. I craved it constantly. A British bakery food truck visited our area every couple of days, and I stood by the window every afternoon after work, waiting for it to arrive. I’d smell its delicious aroma before the truck arrived, and was usually down in the car park waiting for it.  The bread van was driven by an ex-squaddie who decided to stay in Germany when his time with the British Army was done. I was glad he made that decision.

Nightmare!

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You know when you wake up and something’s just not right? Was it a nightmare? It felt way too real!

Jess woke up with a start. disoriented! His mind was foggy! Sunlight streamed though the crack in the curtains.
Where am I?
“Jess, Jess, wake up!”
“What? Where am I?”
The door opened a smidge and Ralph’s face appeared.
“What do you mean “where am I?” you’re in bed,” and its way too late to be sleeping. I’ve packed food and pop, we’re going for a walk remember.”
Jess swung his legs out of bed, but didn’t stand up right away.
“I had a nightmare! It seemed so real. I was scared.”
“C’mon, let’s go, we all have nightmares. I’ll wait for you downstairs, your mom just went to work. She said make sure to lock the front door on your way out and leave the key under the kennel.”
It was too real to be a nightmare!
Jess washed and dressed quickly and then joined his new friend downstairs. It was his second week in Colorado, they’d moved there with his dad’s job. Funny really as his dad was still in London, selling their house. His mum had managed to get a transfer with her company, so the move was smooth. Jess had the summer off to explore before he started school. Ralph, his new friend was cool, and fun, reminded him of one of the characters in the movie Goonies. Everyone he’s met in Colorado reminded him of a movie character. It was the Hollywood effect. Jess locked his door on the way out, and put the key under the kennel. One day, they may even get a dog to occupy it, and guard the key.
“Where are we going today Ralph?”
“I’m going to take you along the old railway line, show you some of the old Gold Mines. They’re haunted, I hope you’re not a cry baby.”
“Cool, as long as we don’t have to go in any tunnels, I don’t like tunnels!”

ENDLESS TUNNEL

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“Hey Man, no more climbing, let’s go through the tunnel”
“I don’t like tunnels?”
“We’ll run all of the way, won’t take us more than five minutes.”
“I don’t like tunnels!”
“If we climb the hill It’ll take us all day, and it doesn’t look safe, come on.”
Ralph headsed to the entrance and began to jog, not easy for him, he hated exercise. Jess followed reluctantly.
“Wait for me, don’t leave me alone, I really don’t like tunnels.”
Ralph soon slowed to a fast walk, jogging tired him quickly.
“C’mon Ralph, I don’t like it in here!”
Ralph picked up the pace and walked a little faster, but couldn’t jog.
“I’m coming, hold up.”
Jess waited for him.
“We’re not getting any closer to the other end, we should go back, I don’t like this.”
Ralph turned, “We’ve come a long way, we’re exactly in the middle, look”
Jess turned around, they were indeed an equal distance from either side. They kept going, focusing on the light ahead of them, the light that never got any closer. The light that seemed to get smaller.
“Ralph, I’m scared.”
His friend Ralph didn’t answer, Jess turned around.
“Come on, let’s go back.”
Ralph was gone!

Dead Of July

Ghosts on the Sand and other Chilling Tales

I do love to write! Ghosts on the Sand, my latest book, is available on Amazon. It’s a compilation of short stories. The sequel to my first novel “Dead of July” will be available at the end of this year. Its called Lingering Evil, watch out for it. 

Nazi Zombies!

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So it started out like any other WWII movie. Showed promise with good actors! I’m not saying its a bad movie, but what could be worse than fighting Zombies?

FIGHTING NAZI ZOMBIES!

Yes my friends, if you want to watch a horror movie, Overlord is definitely heart stopping and intense.

January makes me SUFFER

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Always, without fail, every year. It is my Birthday month, I’m a Capricorn, but I can honestly say I can’t remember coming through January and thinking “What a great month that was”
In my sixty-two years I can remember maybe a couple of spectacular birthdays, but most of them have been blighted in some way. Wars’, death, illness. This year my birthday was OK, not brilliant, but no one died and no countries were attacked. On January 19th I had a pretty spectacular day. Hair apt, shopping (the fun kind), drinks with friends, food from the best Food Truck in Colorado “On the Hook”. Seriously best fish and chips this side of the Atlantic. Then, out of nowhere I’m hit with the works bacterial kidney infection I’ve ever had!!!! WHY? JANUARY ALWAYS MAKES ME SUFFER!