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.

Monday, September 17, 2018

Release Day for my newest Kelly Murder Mystery Book 5~This Little Piggy Had None

Release Day

This Little Piggy Had None release date September 18  available in  kindle form and Paperback at

Excerpt:(edited for space)

     Terrence  had been shocked and pleasantly surprised when the old Byers department store building went on the market. The building had been left to decay for the last twenty years, but it could be salvageable with a little construction.

    Terrence had thought he would have gotten a really good deal on the property but the competition had been fierce; mainly in the form of dealing with that real estate devil, Herbert Weatherthorpe.
Weatherthorpe through his lawyer and real estate agent, had tried to undercut Terrence and get the building from Terrence, but Terrence’s real estate guru had been better. Now the building was  Terrence’s and the construction would soon begin. 

           The phone rang and Terrence answered it.

“Is this Terrence Stewart?” a deep timbered voice asked.
“It is. Who is this?”
“Herbert Weatherthorpe.”
So the man dared to call Terrence himself? Ha, Ha, Terrence would have some fun with him. Weatherthorpe could do no harm the building was after all Terrence’s.

“I see,” Terrence answered.
“Don’t hang up; we have something to talk about.”
“We have nothing to discuss, Weatherthorpe.”
“But we do. If you want to truly own the Beyer building…”
“I already own the building,” Terrence declared triumphantly.
“Do you have the keys?”
“No,” Terrence admitted not knowing quite why he answered that way. He had the key, (a skeleton key mind you, but it would open the door) which he picked up at his real estate agent after signing the papers yesterday.
“So if you want the keys meet me at it third floor, at precisely eight thirty. Don’t be late.”

       Then the cell phone call dropped.

       How dare Weatherthorpe?

       Terrence tried to call back the man but no one answered. Terrence was more than a little annoyed. Why that man had to meet him on the third floor of the Beyer building? Terrence thought in the next moment he wouldn’t go! His real estate person had given Terrence the key so why would that bastard Weatherthorpe claim to have keys? Could he have keys? Should he really satisfy his curiosity and meet the man? Terrence was meeting Kerwin at 8:30 a.m.
Yet Terrence was now curious. He had a written confirmation by fax a few minutes ago, the place was now his.  Wouldn’t that be fun to wave in that asses face? He’d go if only to do that. Besides that man had no business trespassing in Terrence’s building. Katha didn’t have to know any of this he hadn’t told her anything about Weatherthorpe and his manipulations he didn’t need to tell her anything about this now.
No, Terrence didn’t have time for this. He’d go to breakfast and take his time with Kerwin. It wouldn’t hurt for that bastard, Weatherthorpe to stew in his own juices waiting for Terrence. Then Terrence would meet the devil at the Beyer building and gloat how he owned the building that Weatherthorpe would never get the upper hand.

“See you when you get here then,” the man cried, sounding triumphant and then Weatherthorpe had the nerve to hang-up abruptly.

      Terrence laughed into the dead air. Terrence had no intention of being there at eight- thirty p.m., the fool could wait. 

Arriving a little after eleven a.m. Terrence entered through the front door of the Beyer Building with the skeleton key he had picked up at his real estate agent.

       Terrence stared at the skeleton key. It was his building he had proof, so why did he feel so uneasy? Terrence then placed the skeleton key in his pocket.

      Terrence stepped into the antique elevator. The elevator creaked and made the usual noises of a decrepit elevator, as it went up the floors. Terrence thought maybe he should have taken the stairs. The elevator probably wasn’t safe. When had it last been serviced? Oh well it would be demolished soon as a new system was put in which would be much safer for his family.

      The elevator lurched a little and then stopped abruptly. Damn it, the elevator had stopped halfway below the floor, Terrence thought.

    Terrence pulled his body up and out of the elevator and as he did he felt something hard come down on his head as his body pitched forward.


A short time later Terrence came to, dazed and confused, and looking up into the face of a police officer who stated, “You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Do you understand?”

“Where am I?”
“The Beyer Department Building, sir. Have you understood your rights as I’ve told you, so far?”
“Yes, sir,” continued the cop, “Anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand?”

The cop then finished reading Terrence his rights.

     Terrence held his throbbing head trying to understand what was happening. Why was he being arrested?
       Terrence turned his head and couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only was Herbert Weatherthorpe lying close to Terrence with a hammer imbedded in his head; but in Herbert’s grasp was a skeleton’s hand holding the skeleton key to this building that had been in Terrence’s pocket. One finger also pointed pointing to something, but what? Terrence tried to pull his thoughts together; but he just felt foggy. None of this made any sense. Terrence heard another person come in the room and thought good they can sort this out. He’d leave it in their hands.

“You idiot, Alan! This man is injured. He can’t understand what you’re saying. Call an ambulance and get him to the hospital,” he heard the new police officer say. Terrence just took a deep breath and promptly passed out.

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Monday, September 10, 2018

It's going to be fine?

“It’s going to be fine.”
The words echoed through my brain as I dug the grave in the middle of the forest. My boyfriend, Andrew was my alibi. As long as no one came by or saw me in the next three hours then I’d be fine. I felt so guilty but if I hadn’t clobbered Paul over the head with that statue then he might have killed me or… No, I had to forget, the forest would take him and I’d never have to think about him again.
Driving back I made sure I wasn’t seen and the car returned. I entered the house through the backyard and crawled into bed beside a sleeping Andrew. When I woke it was late morning and Andrew was still sleeping his back to me. I kissed him on the cheek. He was cold and I pulled back the sheets to find him blue grey and dead.
I picked up my cell phone but it wouldn’t turn on. I heard noises in the kitchen and I picked up the lamp and walked into the kitchen.
“Missed me Sharron?” a dishevelled muddy and leaf covered Paul asked me.
I fainted, the doctor says I imagined Paul and killed Andrew; but I know the truth Paul came back from the dead and took the one person I loved. Paul is annoying and insistent that he’s staying with me forever.
I tell you this tale and beg you can you make him leave me alone?

©Sheilagh Lee  September10, 2018