Dear Readers

Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Sunset Gardens

I won an honourable mention from Siobhan Muir's  Week-354

Sunset Gardens

           The woman held her granddaughter tenderly in her arms and smiled, it was so wonderful to be a grandmother. She kissed the new-born baby’s head and held her tight rocking her back and forth. She then took out a bottle holding it to the babe’s lift she fed the hungry baby.
How she loved this baby her heart was full. Time went by and the baby was toddler. She loved it when the parents brought the baby to her. She remembered when her daughter was this small and she had held her in her arms. Her daughter had brought so much joy and now little Emily had done the same.
     She watched as the baby toddled across the floor.

Across the hall a woman in scrubs asked, “What do you hear?”
“I hear a woman looking after a baby.”
“That’s correct a lot of dementia and mentally ill patients go back to a happier time in their minds. Amelia is ninety years old and she lost her daughter, son-in law and young granddaughter about twenty five years ago to a drunk driver ; she hasn’t ever been able to face that so she lives her own world where they still live and she babysits her grandchild.”
“So what do we do?”
“We agree with her that her grandchild is beautiful when she asks and allow her to play with the doll and call it Emma.”
“I can do that,” the aide claimed.
“Good you’ll do well here at Sunset Gardens.”
©Sheilagh Lee  March 15 2019

Wednesday, March 13, 2019



     The first day on my job as the head librarian I encountered him. It seems the library came with a ghost. The ghost, William Barkley had once owned the property that had been converted into a library.
William wanted my help to find his true love, Ginny. He said he only had until Christmas Eve and then he would disappear. I was a librarian we were taught to find the impossible so I’d try. With William’s help I’d been at it a week scouring records. We only had another three days. Who was this mysterious Ginny?

William disappeared.

“Grandma Ferris, what are you doing here?”
“Looking for you, Gail. You said you’d come for supper.”
“I’m sorry. I was busy searching for something for a patron and lost time.”
“Ginny?” William asked reappearing.
“Where did you come from?” Grandma asked and then growing pale she said, “William? How dare you share the same space that’s it I’m leaving.”

Ginny was Grandma? Of course; why hadn’t I realized Ginny was short for Virginia?

“Ginny please, I can explain.”
“You have to be kidding.”
“Please, I needed to see you one last time and make clear what happened. I was murdered.”
“Nonsense. You’re standing in front of me.”
“I’m a ghost Ginny; stuck in limbo until you forgive me.”

I tried to touch his arm to show grandma he was telling the truth.

“You are a ghost!” Grandma said clutching her chest.
Grandma then fell to the floor and continued to clutch her chest. William tried to hug her or at least comfort her.

“I know that my murder kept me from meeting you.”
“I waited hours for you to come and when you didn’t…”
“I’m sorry Ginny.”
“You left me pregnant and alone. My daddy made me marry a hard man who drank and never made me forget I was soiled goods.”
“This man was daddy’s father?” I demanded to know.
“I have a son?”
“And a granddaughter, she standing right in front of you,” Grandma admitted.

I swear William smiled at me.
“Who did you marry?”
“Burton Parmeter.”
“Burton killed me. Where can I find the bastard? I want to haunt him.”
“He died last year.”
“I love you, Ginny.”
“I love you too William.”
With that the spirit seemed to leave Grandma’s body and when I looked up I saw her ghost a young woman standing beside a now young William.
“We love you, Gail. We have to go now but we will be around even if you can’t see us.”

With that they disappeared and I never saw them again but once in awhile I felt their presence and sometimes books would fly off the shelf at my feet sending me messages of love.
©Sheilagh Lee  March 13  2019

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Trust is a two way street

Trust is a two way street

      Waiting for hours I stared at steel walls, the room windowless and as cold as you expected a government office to be. Finally the door was opened and a man sat down across the table from me.

“Do I need to explain why you are here?”
“Ah yes, I think you have the wrong person,” I muttered.
“You’re Delilah Redbone! You know why you here.”
“Spell it out for me.”
“Stop playing games were talking about your ability to walk through walls; your government needs your services.”
“If I can walk through walls why haven’t I left here?”
“They’re lined with lead that prohibits your abilities.”
Someone had ratted me out my ex-Geoff must have told them or was it my ex-Charlie who didn’t take the memory eraser from my friend Tina.
“So what’s the job?”
“We want you to enter the Russian Embassy and remove some papers.”
“Not a chance, bub,” I answered.
“The one-time payment for this is 5 million dollars.”
“If I do this, you leave me alone and never call on me again,” I insisted.
“Of course.”

       Last week I did the job retrieved the papers dropped them off collecting the money. My name is now, Cecilia Brooks now and I live in Canada. I stay off social media and try not to take good pictures from government identification. I work in a bank and borrow a few bucks when I need them. Lead doesn’t keep me out, one thing they don’t know. So if they get me I can escape. As for dating I’m not as trusting anymore so I have a new guy every night maybe someday I'll trust again then I'll find someone.
©Sheilagh Lee  February 20,  2019

Thursday, January 17, 2019



      I watched my father limbered up the steps of the nursing home dragging my terrified gran behind him. He touted this home as a palace a place where the old are cared for as if family members. He had enough money he could have paid someone to look after her.

“Nothing but serenity and bliss,” I heard him say loudly to gran and I hated him with passion. Gran had sacrificed and done without so he could get an education at Harvard. When Mom died she stepped in and raised me since dad was never around.

Dad thought he had conservatorship over Gran's person and fortune but as soon as he left I’d produce the papers remove her from this place and make sure he never saw her again. I’d already gotten a judge to issue a restraining order against my father; but I’d not call the police unless he came after gran.

He left and I entered the place. It was dingy and the residents sat in wheelchairs in their own filth. I wished I’d had the guts to come in sooner as I saw gran crying.

“You always said dry your eyes my pet, tomorrows another day,”
“Yes it’s me and we’re going away from this place.”
I whispered in her ear, “Florida,” and she grinned from ear to ear.

Gran and I lived in a nice home on the beach. She loved the warmth and didn’t need any extra caregiver. We bought the nursing home and gave the people there a place that was worthy of their last days. Gran died last month after twenty years with me. She was ninety five and happy. Dad’s trying hard in court to seize her assets; but my lawyer’s about to tell him gran and I spent most of her funds and what she didn’t want to spend she put in my name.
©Sheilagh Lee  January 15, 2019

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

One day at a time

“It’s Christmas, cheer up,” my boyfriend, Ted stated.
“I can’t; unlike you my life isn’t rainbows and unicorns and beautiful bubbles that float to the sky. If I could paint this season I’d paint it black and retreat into a room until it all goes away.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not helping am I?”
“No, you’re not this is the first Christmas without my parents and I can’t handle it. I’m sorry I’m bringing you down.”
“Is there anything I can do?” Ted asked.
“Just be here with me when I need you and give me space when I don’t.”
“Would you like to go to see a movie with me for Christmas day?”
“But we always go to the park, see the lights, and skate like my parents always did.”
“Do you want to do that?”
“No, not this year so movie it is?”
“Yes, how about Mary Poppins returns?”
“Sounds good but what about your mom and dad?”
“We’ll see them the next day. I’m spending Christmas with my fiancée.”
“I know you’re having a rough time right now but maybe sometime in the future you’ll consider marrying me?” Ted asked holding out a ring in a box.
I smiled and nodded yes. Ted insisted on a long engagement, we'll have our joy in two years. He wanted me to be sure. Ted has made a tough Christmas one to remember with joy. So maybe I can be happy just a little, one day at a time. My parents would want me to have love to after all.

©Sheilagh Lee  January 2, 2019

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Your Happy Holidays .or Merry Christmas Treat

The following are two excerpts from Christmas Is Calling 
and Visions of Sugarplums available at Amazon

if you'd like to purchase the book or books just click the title it will take you to a link to do so.

Angels We Have Heard On High

It was unseasonably warm a week ago and winter’s chill had come in a fury. Now the snow came down in not small clumps, but like someone throwing snowballs. I was cold hungry and I needed shelter for the night.

“I’m sorry; if only you’d come sooner, the shelter is full.” the person at the shelter called the Inn of the shepherd said as I looked in to see a Christmas tree burning brightly.

I had myself a bitter laugh. Here it was Christmas Eve and there was no room at the Inn. I looked around, no stable to be found, but a cardboard box from some large appliance someone was getting for Christmas lay before me.

How I remembered those Christmases of excesses, when money was plenty. When my life was different, and I had the love of my life by my side, but all of that was gone in the blink of an eye. I lost my job and then chased away my love, with anger and bitter words. Mary had then withered and died. Then I had lost my home and dignity, as I now walked the streets, living day to day on handouts.

I lay down to sleep on the cold ground, wrapped inside my box. The wind was bitter and bitingly cold. I pulled my ragged coat tighter round me. And still the cold battered me. I was almost asleep when I heard the heavenly music, the choir singing ‘Angels We Have Heard On High’. Before I had even thought about it my lips were singing the song too and I started wishing for an angel to take me out of the cold on this chilly night.

Suddenly before me appeared a woman, at least at first I thought she was a woman. I somehow knew without a doubt this was an angel. Her hair was dark, her wings hidden close to her back, small and almost invisible; until that is she bent forward and then the wings unfurled to their full size. They were majestic wings that from wing to tip each were six feet long and dark black in colour like a crow’s wings. I questioned why had I been sent a dark angel? Was I so unredeemable?
“Contrary to popular belief, angels come in all shapes and sizes, with all kinds of wings,” she admonished, as if she read my mind. Then she continued, “Lionel, I thought you were different and showed no prejudice.”

“Sorry,” I apologized, ashamed and suddenly frightened.

“Lionel, my dear man, and yes you are a good man; fear not for I have watched over you all your life. You need not dread me.”

“You’ve watched over me? Then where were you when I needed you?”

“I have been beside you. I have seen your best and your worst, and so has the almighty. You’ve learned much in the last week, and the almighty has seen your kindness, when you had so little yourself. He saw you give your last dollar to that teenager who was hungry.”

“Is that why the almighty finally answered my prayer?”
“Lionel, my dear man. Who stood with you when you needed shelter? Who found a meal for your empty belly? Who lifted your feet and made them light, when you felt you could walk no more?”

“The almighty was with me?”

“Yes, he made the unseasonable mild weather. He made the lady see that you needed money for food. Remember how surprised you were that she gave you a twenty?


“Come Lionel. Come with me to your reward. There will be no more pain, no more trial, no more sorrow, only his light,” she said taking me by the hand and pulling me into glorious light.

Light, all-encompassing peace and joy, everlasting enveloped me and there just in front of me, my dear wish, my wife.

“Hello Lionel. I’ve been waiting for you,” Mary said as she hugged me.

“Poor beggar, he died during the night.” I heard from far away.

But that life had no meaning for me anymore, I became light and felt nothing but peace and joy. So I had one request from the almighty. Let me share this love and joy at Christmas to all those deserving ones. And so God rewarded me. With Mary by my side, we are Christmas angels. We help the most deserving and see they get the Christmases they need. So if you feel that joy and that tug at your wallet this season, open it and share what you can. Make someone’s Christmas as special as mine.
©Sheilagh Lee December 6, 2012

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Home Invasion

He crept swiftly passed the sleeping girl, checking to make sure she didn’t hear his footsteps on the threadbare carpet. She stirred slightly and he paused for moment, taking a huge breath hoping she wouldn’t hear him. He slipped passed the boys room, as the cat almost tripped him. He worried that his large frame would make more noise and awakened the family before this job was done. He continued down the hall past the parent’s bedroom.

Softly his feet patted on the carpet and then a little harder on the wooden stairs as he tiptoed down them.

He entered the family room and spotted some baked goods left on a plate. Tempted he took one off the plate and thought about eating it. He then looked down at his round belly and almost stopped but then he thought dieting for woosies. Besides he could diet in the New Year after this job. The baked good dry and appetizing almost made him not eat it. But he was hungry, or at least he thought he was, even as he felt it go to his stomach like a lead weight, he continued eating. When he finished the baked good, he walked around the living room. Where he looked was bare, hardly anything filled the room. A well-worn chair well-loved covered in duct tape to hold it together stood in the corner. A sofa long and looking saggy was there covered in a crochet blanket to hide its flaws.

In the corner of the dark room stood a Christmas tree; if you could call it a tree, calling it a tree would be kind. The tree looked like something out of Charlie Brown’s Christmas. He stared at it for a few moments, watching the twinkling lights. A single strand blinked at him. He then decided to get the job done before this family woke. He took out his bag looking for his tools. He found them and quickly completed the job. Placing the tools back in his bag, he packed up and snuck out of the house.

The girl woke first and as she went into the living room, she squealed waking the boy who came running in response. The parents came next, worried about the screaming from their child.

The parents stood their shocked and puzzled staring into the living room. The whole family gazed and looked in shock at their living room. Where once a duct taped chair stood;. its depilated state an eyesore in the room, a leather chair was now positioned.

And not just any chair, a La-Z-Boy chair that could recline. The sofa was leather too and matched perfectly. A rug, a beautiful tapestry of figures on horseback, and with golden threads, appeared under the furniture. And in the corner where their Charlie Brown Christmas tree had stood, a beautiful Douglas fir stood in its place. It fairly glowed with the five hundred lights strung around it. The ornaments they’d placed so lovingly on their tree were there, with many more new ones filling the branches. And underneath the tree a bounty of riches, many pretty packages layered beneath the tree.

“I don’t understand this,” retorted the father, shaking his head.
“Me either,” the mother claimed, covering her mouth in wonderment.

“It was Santa Claus,” insisted the children.

“It must have been,” mother agreed. “Thank you, whoever did this. Because of you, my children will have Christmas. God bless you ten-fold.”

“Yes, thank-you Santa and God bless you,” the girl child reiterated, opening a present and squealing to find a Justin Bieber doll.

The man who had crept into the house sat in his home, his feet in front of the fire warming them.

“Did they hear you?” asked his wife.

“No,” he replied.

“Did your brother, Paul help you with the furniture?” she enquired.

“Yes, we got it all in and I used my tools to make sure it was all put together right.”

“And the tree did it fit?” she wanted to know.

“Yes, and it was beautiful,” he commented “The presents are all under the tree?”

“Yes, dear, including the Justin Bieber doll, Ellen wanted,” he stated happily.

“They don’t know who did all this. Do they?”

“No, they’ll never know their neighbours got together and did this,” he answered.

“Good. I hope they believe Santa Claus did all this.”

“Of course after all it was Santa Claus,” he replied, with a wink and touched his nose.

“Santa needs to go on a diet,” his wife commented.

“Yes, a little treadmill and then his belly won’t be so jolly,” he laughed. “I need a couple of hours sleep then we can have our Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, come to bed Santa.”

“Merry Christmas, to you too honey, and to all a goodnight.”

©Sheilagh Lee December 6, 2012


The wonder of Santa Claus
Seen through children’s eyes
Brings back treasured memories
Of Christmases long ago
The anticipation of Christmas morning
The family gathering too
Seen through rose-coloured glasses
The bittersweet remembrance
Siblings gone too soon
Of parents gone too
Forgotten for a moment
Lost in the anticipation
Of the celebration
So long ago.

©Sheilagh Lee December 5, 2017

Merry Christmas, \Happy Holidays whatever you celebrate I hope you have fun.

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Fallen Angel

     I was tired of being, good, kind what did it get me; but nothing in return. I had no money, no house to call my own and now no job. Redundancy it was still firing you and after I'd made the company prosper it didn't seem fair that the executives were now gutting the company and declaring bankruptcy. While they lined their pockets mine were now empty. 

      I decided to make a vow which I said aloud “No more Miss Nice Girl.”
Imagine my surprise when a creature in a black cloak with no face appeared before me and demanded, “Come with me.”
“Er, no,” I stated.
“Bravo, that’s the way to start your new resolve.”
“How do you know about that?”
“I’ve been watching you in the shadows. You’re a very interesting mortal.”
“What are you?”
“I am a fallen angel. I’m hoping if I do enough, maybe he’ll forgive me,” he answered, took off his cloak, showing a handsome face, “I ‘ll show you the good you’ve done over the years and what could happen if you stop being nice.”

    Clasping my hand he showed me the good, the bad, and the future. Everyone I knew was miserable and failing. How could I have made this much difference? Surely a few nice words and deeds couldn't have saved  them from all this?

“I don’t understand. The future is bad, if I’m not nice.”
“It’s like this everything you do creates a ripple. Your kindnesses over the years have helped many and turned lives around .You’ve made a difference in so many lives.”
“Thank you, for intervening. I’ll pray for you,” I said.
“Just continue to spread light and love and that will be thanks enough.”

My life changed that day I became happier and that made people around me react positively. I have a new job a new home and a new love, Bob. He likes my happy outlook and says it saves him from the big bad world we live in. I like myself better now and if someone treats me wrong I feel sorry fr them and then I feel better enough to project the image of me I like the best the happy go lucky me that makes the world feel like a better place. Try it you might even like it yourself.
©Sheilagh Lee  December 5, 2018