“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. 

A Christmas Mystery

I was sick, and getting sicker by the hour. My head pounded and my body ached. I lay on the sofa, unable to make it up the stairs to bed. Covered in throws and fleeces my body felt like ice for a while before the fever set in. I was all alone and miserable until my mother showed up.

She sat in a chair by the window, a sympathetic smile on her face, just knowing she was there was comforting to me.

“Mum can I have some water please, I’m burning up?” 

With a burning fever, I slipped in and out of consciousness. Every time I opened my eyes I saw my mum watching over me.

I wish she’d bring me a drink, I thought.

Eventually, in a window of clarity, I crawled up the stairs and into my bed. I didn’t sleep well, but I slept.

The fever persisted and the following day was a blur of sleep, sickness and misery. Even my mother deserted me. I was alone again. Lying on the sofa, I was too exhausted to even read. I vaguely remember calling my husband and telling him my mum had been to visit, he sounded vaguely concerned.

Tears of misery and exhaustion trickled down my face as I watched the sun slip behind the Rocky Mountains.

And then something magical happened. 


The snowflakes falling outside my window turned to glistening diamonds as the Christmas lights came on.

I stared at them, hypnotized. Was I hallucinating? I’d worried about getting the lights up before the frigid temperatures set in. Who had done this? My husband was in Columbus and no one else had the keys to our shed.

The only person I’d seen in the past two days was my mother, and surely that was a figment of my imagination, induced by the fever.

My mother has been dead over ten years.

Maybe she is still looking out for me.

I hope so.

Mum, thanks for looking out for me and bringing light and comfort to my life. I miss you!

Believe it or not, this is a true story! Things like this have happened to me my whole life and I now sharing them with the world. My first novel ‘Dead of July’ has just been released and is available on Amazon as both a paperback and an eBook.

A German Ghost Story

A German Ghost Story

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Eyes on Annie

It had been a hell of a day at work and Annie wasn’t in the mood for shopping, all she wanted to do was go home and open a bottle of wine to drown her sorrows. She paid for her groceries and pushed her cart towards the exit, past the cardboard cut out of ‘Bob’, the man selling air conditioning, or kitchen cupboards. Whatever he was selling, she didn’t want to buy it. Cardboard ‘Bob’s eyes followed her, which gave her the creeps. She tried not to look at him.


It was dark when she left the store and thunder clouds were gathering in the east. Distant lightning flashed across the sky. Annie packed her trunk with shopping and set off home. Storm clouds gathered, hovering over her. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. Annie’s cell phone rang. “Hello.” she was greeted by nothing but static, the storm most likely blocking the signal. “Hello.”

Still nothing. Annie put the phone down and concentrated on driving, the rain now falling in torrents. She wished she wasn’t going home to an empty house.

Lightning flashed again as she looked in her rearview mirror.

The eyes of the cardboard man from the store looked back at her, only this time they had taken a human form. Annie screamed and went into a skid. In vain she tried to control her car. It was impossible, the road was wet and she slid into the ditch. Even with her seat belt fastened, she was tossed around like a doll. When the car came to a halt, Annie’s tried to unfasten her seatbelt and get out of the car. It was fastened tightly, and wouldn’t budge.

“Help, Help” she screamed to no one.

She was a prisoner, tied to her seat and praying for another car to pass by. None did!

Annie was afraid to look in the rearview mirror for fear of what she would see.

The storm raged all night.

When they found Annie’s car the following morning, she was nowhere to be seen. There was no blood in the car and nothing to indicate she had been hurt. The seatbelt was still firmly fastened. Annie’s purse was on the passenger seat, and her groceries in the trunk. Annie was never found.

The following day a young girl went shopping in her local supermarket, as she walked past the cardboard man, she looked away. He was creepy.