Dead of July (Small)

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

Back from the Dead!

“Want to come round to my place?” I asked Mick.

“Are you going to play Nurse Maid and take care of me?” he said with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“I can’t promise that, but at least you’ll have some company, for the weekend anyway.”

“I won’t be in the way will I?” he asked, more to Pete that me.

“No, we’re not an item, I’m just helping her out with something, you won’t be in the way.” Pete replied.

“There’s something weird going on isn’t there!”

“You know me Mick, always something going on.” I said and reached out my hand to him. “Come on, let’s get away from here.”

Mick made to stand, but took a deep breath and sat back down quickly.

“Ribs?” Pete asked.

“Yea, I’m sore!”

Pete put his arm around Mick, helping spread the weight, and we walked slowly back to the car. The field was emptying as the patients were taken elsewhere by ambulance.

“This could have been a lot worse,” I said, my voice breaking as I spoke. Pete just nodded.

“I hope some one is going to tell me what the hells going on,” Mick said, “because you obviously aren’t telling me everything.”

“When we get to my place,”

No one spoke as Pete drove us home. As we approached Richmond we heard loud music, the noise of the fair. Fire, I’ll teach you to burn!

Pete looked at me, “Not really the music I want to hear right now.”

“I heard that just before the explosion!” Mick piped up. “Unless I was hallucinating. It’s the Crazy World of Arthur Brown, isn’t it? Weird trippy music! Don’t like it much.”

As soon as I walked into my apartment I felt it. Exactly what “it” was I couldn’t explain, I just felt something.

Mick shivered, “It’s chilly in here, is there a window open?”

I walked into my bedroom, which was even colder. No windows open though. I gazed across to the market square, where the evening fun was in full swing. A ghostly haze hung over the town. Or was it my imagination?

“Do you guys want tea, or something stronger?”

“Something stronger!” They said in unison.

“OK, I need to pop down to the Off License. Anything in particular?”

“Maybe a six-pack of Special Brew and some Brandy.” Pete said, and Mick agreed. It had been a hell of a day.

They both gave me some money. “Fish and Chips too, I haven’t eaten today. I’m bloody starving.” Mick said.

I hesitated at the door.

Should I tell them how I felt about my apartment? Did they feel anything? Would they be okay?

Then I continued down the stairs. I wouldn’t be gone that long.

I stepped outside into a cloud of cigarette smoke, motorcycle fumes with a little leather mixed in. It was intoxicating.

Ohhh, I heard it through the Grapevine.

Marvin Gaye beckoned me and I turned and walked towards the fair.

The he sound of a motorcycle close by tantalized me. I could barely breathe.

I’m coming, wait for me!

Bells jingled with every step I made. Bells that decorated the hem of a gypsy skirt. The noise was coming from me. The smoking man appeared at the end of the street. Handsome and cool. He leaned against the wall, a crooked smile on his face. He lit another cigarette and blew smoke into the air. Without hesitation I ran towards him and fell into his arms. Nothing else in the whole world mattered. I was back with my love!

“Johnny,” I whispered, “I’ve waited so long.”

I climbed onto the back of his motorbike and we wound our way through the fair.

Richmond, North Yorkshire, steeped in history and Ghosts! A perfect setting for any story. Dortmund, Germany has a few stories too. Visit Amazon and buy my first eBook for $0.99 at Dead of July.

The Other Side

Some of us believe and some of us don’t. I’m talking about ‘the other side, the Spirit World’.

I didn’t wake up one morning and decide “I am going to see a ghost today,” just happened.

My first premonition happened soon after. I had a very vivid dream. A couple of days later someone described my dream to me, or so I thought, until I realized they were talking about a current event.

Ever walked into an empty room and known you weren’t alone? I have!

Sometimes, before I am introduced to someone for the first time, I know their name.

Sorry if this sounds a little far-fetched, and maybe it is, but I am not lying, I am telling you about my life.

For a period of time, when I drove home from work, I would get an awful gut wrenching feeling as I passed one particular area. It was so intense it made me feel sick. I wanted pull over and investigate, but daren’t. It doesn’t happen anymore, not since there was an awful accident. A young man lost his life.

Maybe all of us have the ability to ‘see’ and ‘feel’ things, but only some of us are open to it. I just know it’s part of me and it always has been. I can’t control it, even though I wish I could. I can’t see my mum, who passed away in 2002. I talk to her though, and I know she hears me, but I can’t see her.

My ‘gift’ inspired me to write, and share some of my experiences with you. I have written a couple of short stories, one of which is for sale on Amazon and Smashwords. It’s not perfect, but I had to start somewhere. ‘Girl on the Beach’ is a story about a little girl who had a premonition. The ‘little girl’ of course is me. If you read it, remember it is written about the experiences of a seven-year old.

I am currently working on the edit of my first full length novel ‘Dead of July’, which I am hoping to publish this year.

Frozen! A short visitation.

I lay in bed frozen, not cold, but unable to move. I could see my breath, which formed into shapes I didn’t want to think about.

I was alone and scared.

The bedroom door slammed shut and I heard whispering. I wanted to block my ears, but I was frozen.

I wanted to shut my eyes, but they were open wide in horror.

Darkness in the corner started spreading like black smoke.

I was terrified!

I couldn’t breathe.

The darkness, the black smoke started to form into a shape.

It wasn’t human. It laughed at me with a wide  gaping mouth. Why was it mocking me?

I felt something cover my nose and mouth, I couldn’t breathe. Help!

Too late, I slipped into unconsciousness. I was dying! I didn’t want to die alone.

Floating, floating………….

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I am a late bloomer and budding writer. My novel ‘Dead of July’ will be released later this year. It is a British Military German ghost story. Watch out for it.

(Preview) Dead of July This is an unedited preview. This book is currently with my very capable editor. My previous short stories were edited by myself and not perfect. Despite this fact, I have received some fabulous reviews.  Give them a try!

Haunted Hospital

GOOD OLD ENGLAND has a wealth of stories about haunted hospitals so I thought I would share one with you. Enjoy!

Mail readers tell of ghostly goings-on at city’s old hospital

6:50pm Tuesday 3rd April 2012 in NewsBy Amanda Williams

The Radcliffe Infirmary
The Radcliffe Infirmary

AN APPEAL for spooky hospital stories has unearthed a host of unearthly tales.

Last week the Oxford Mail asked for your ghost stories from the old Radcliffe Infirmary, Oxford’s first hospital.

Former workers Jacquie Pearce-Gervis and Susan Sugden contacted us on the hunt for spooky recollections of the imposing 17th century building in Woodstock Road so they can be chronicled.

The appeal jogged the memory of former Infirmary night nurse Sheila Farrell, 76, who worked in the Kilner plastic surgery ward, which was at one time the Children’s Ward.

Mrs Farrell, who lives in Bampton, said: “We had an alarm system which would sound and flash red if someone needed help.

“We’d turn the sound off at night so as not to disturb other patients.

“This night I must’ve fallen asleep. But I was woken by the feeling of someone stroking my face very lightly, like a child. The alarm light was glowing red.

“When I went to the patient I told him what had happened. He said to me ‘oh that’ll be the children. I often see them in here playing. They come and see if we’re all right.’.”

The Radcliffe Infirmary, or RI as it was known, first opened in 1770 as the city’s first hospital.

It closed in 2007, with most services moving to the John Radcliffe Hospital in Headington and the site is currently being redeveloped by Oxford University.

Susan Allmond, from Wallingford, was born at the RI in 1969.

But she recalls some unusual sightings from her return trips to the hospital as a child.

She said: “I remember seeing a woman in an old nurse’s uniform.

“I remember thinking she just didn’t look of this time or part of the same system as everyone else.

“She had a pure white hat on and a different coloured belt. There was also an old woman who I saw. She was incredibly old, but she had a lovely smile.

“There was something different about them. You could almost see through them, and then they’d be gone.”

The story of the ‘grey lady’ rings a bell with Jenny Holloway, from Botley. Mrs Holloway worked at the RI before services moved to the John Radcliffe site.

She said: “I had a friend who used to say she’d see a little grey lady about the hospital. A lot of people laughed but I didn’t. It gives me goosebumps thinking about it.”

Adrian Taylor, of Eynsham, also remembers seeing an unearthly feminine figure at the hospital.

He said: “I was woken up at 2.15am to a bright light shining through my window. It was almost like sunshine.

“Then I heard a loud bump.

“I looked outside and saw a woman in an old-fashioned nurse’s outfit gliding across the quadrangle down below.

“It was very strange.”

I lived and breathed these stories when I was growing up so I wasn’t surprised in the least when my visitations started. I lived in an area steeped in history. A place where people died by the sword in times gone by. It was also a place where the dead wouldn’t lie down.

My two short stories are available on and are based on my childhood/teenage experiences:

My new novel ‘Dead of July’ is currently being edited and will be released later this year. It is about a young girl married to a British Soldier, living in German in the early eighties. She gets into trouble with the dead as well as the living. 
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Dead of July – Evil gave birth to evil.

Meet Viktor. Viktor is an Evil Russian.

In ‘Dead of July’ I refer to him as the ‘Evil Cossack’.

I have been writing ‘Dead of July’ for over a year, but now its finished. It’s time for the editor to do her magic.

The fabulous Mike Brooker is working on my book cover. In late Spring my book will be published. I hope you like it.

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Viktor’s mother (Marianne)

Marianne was sitting in the kitchen doorway with a glass in her hand. She  wore a long red velvet gown with a low neck. Her black hair, peppered with gray, was loose around her shoulders. She looked grotesque, but was enjoying hosting the awful event. She was clearly getting a huge thrill from the discomfort and fear of the young girl that was being paraded in front the captive audience.

As the young girl walked past Marianne, she grabbed her and forced to sit down on her lap. This caused the men to applaud. Tears rolled down the young girls face as Marianne spoke to her. She certainly would not be giving her motherly advice. She tore off her blouse and then pushed her back towards the leering drunken men.

This book will be available soon in late July.

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My first Ghost

I don’t talk about it very often, I was only four years old. She was my cousin!

I had to stay with an aunt one night. My was a little eccentric, but she was fun. She would heat up the potato chips and serve the apple pie cold. She drank a little too much, but I think it was to kill the pain of her difficult life. She was lovely in her prime. I had seen photos of her and my mum when they were in their early twenties. shiny eyed girls, full of laughter.

I slept in a bed her grand-daughter used to sleep in, before she died of cancer. She died at the age of 8. I had only met her once, but liked her a lot. She was pale and thin, but enjoying every last moment of the life she knew was slipping away from her. 

I needed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I slid off the big bed and went to the bathroom without putting switching on the light. The moon was shining in through the window so it wasn’t completely dark. 

I returned to the bedroom and was about to climb into bed, but someone was already there. I stood by the bed for a while, scared to move. 

The moon cast a pale light on the shape under the covers. I recognized her right away. It was the thin shape of Dorothy, my cousin. How could she be there, she had died earlier in the year. I wasn’t scared, I was just confused. Was I dreaming? I rubbed my eyes! I stood there for a while  just watching her. She looked peaceful, but she looked so pale.

I heard movement behind me and turned around. My aunt came and knelt down beside me with tears in her eyes. 

“You see her too don’t you” she said. I nodded in reply.

Dorothy turned her head and looked at us. She smiled and then slowly faded until she could no longer be seen. It was a chilling moment. 

My aunt hugged tightly and I followed her out of the room. I was not afraid, but I didn’t want to sleep in that bed again. I never did! From that moment I had a great respect for my aunt. There was sadness in her once shiny eyes, but there was also love. I wasn’t too sad when she eventually passed away, because I knew Dorothy was waiting for her.

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Real Ghosts

I write about premonitions, ghosts and paranormal experiences. All of my stories are based on things that really happened to me. I add a little bit of spice to keep my readers happy, but all of my stories are based on true events that happened to me.

‘Girl on the Beach’ which can be downloaded as a free e-book from ‘Smashwords’ is based on something that really happened to me when I got lost on Blackpool Beach. I had a premonition about something happening to two people, and something really happened to them. It was pretty scary for me at the time because I was only a child.
The experience in the castle I write about in this book, really happened. Maybe it was my overactive imagination, because I had been told a ghost story about the ‘Green Lady’ that haunted that castle, but none the less, I was locked in a room and couldn’t move. Once I managed to get out of that room, I never returned. I re-visited the place on my recent trip to England and discovered it is now a hotel. I certainly wouldn’t stay there!
I have lots of ‘real ghost stories’. My granddad visited me on the night he committed suicide, I didn’t know he was dead and wondered how he found his way into my bedroom. He was old and had Parkinson’s Disease, so how did he get to my bedroom. I learned the following day he had drowned himself. He laid his had, and walking stick on the bank of the lake before walking in and drowning. He did this an hour before I saw him in my bedroom.
Yes my ghost stories are real, and I have a lot of them! My stories are still a little rough around the edges and my editing isn’t brilliant, but I am learning. Stick with me and enjoy the ride.
Feedback always welcome.