There she stood, tall in stature, stiff lace covering her face, a lady dressed from head to foot in black. In order to display her displeasure, she slowly raised her veil and frowned.

I froze.

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‘I want to speak to you about the squealing child running around last night.’ A smirk hovered at the corners of her mouth, ‘There are no children on the premises.’

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Ghosts lurk in the garden, more in the attic. I know – for I have seen them, smelled them, heard them, felt them – the ‘shadow children’.

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Alice showed them the note then read out the translation. ‘In this house we were always nervous.’ She was mortified, ‘What have I brought us to?’

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As they stepped onto the pavement, the waiter called out, ‘Keep the lights on. Stay as a group. No one go anywhere alone!’

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No one could deny what they were seeing. The silhouette of a woman - cast upon the wall. Everyone looked to see whose it might be. There was no one from whom it could have been projected.

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A hand emerged through the mirror. Its cold bony fingers stroked my face.

Julie Taylor’s first book Is Anybody There? was non-fictional; focusing on haunted locations. This time her creative mind comes to the fore.

Friends; friends of friends, are always eager to share their experiences with her. Even seeking advice when inexplicable things happen to them.

A member of the Clergy requested permission to offer the use of her poems at funeral services, describing them as refreshingly different. She was entrusted to write one for an Italian family. An honour in itself.