Cover art by Hazel Butler
OK, these aren't my memories. Or are they? The Showing is my first venture into the paranormal.
People say : Write what you know. They have been telling me that for years. So, I decided to go and do just that. And who is going to believe me, now that I have done what I was told to?
The Showing started as a piece of Flash Fiction. That's a very short story, less than 1000 words. Once I had written that, I had no choice. The story was inside me, bursting with its own power, demanding to get out.
I had to get my family's approval for this book. Is it fact? Is it fiction? Or faction? You decide.
“You’ve found the front bedroom then – needs a bit of modernisation,” she said, and turning her back, went off to the master bedroom. An ancient yet familiar feeling came over me, and I pushed the bedroom door tightly shut. Was that an almost breath on the landing? Not quite a footfall? A heavy velvet curtain hung beside the door for this very purpose, and I pulled it hard across the doorway to seal the room. Her feet, heels clicking as she scurried, started down onto the varnished wooden stairs: reached the half-landing and stopped abruptly. After counting to ten, I pulled aside the curtain, opened the door and walked firmly and without pause down the echoing, empty stairway, across the hall and out through the open front door without once looking behind or to either side. The chill air followed me out onto the drive, and the door of the empty house slid shut behind me. The windows glowered as I made my solitary way up the drive. I would never want to own my grandparents’ house.
‘His visit to the house has awoken that which was sleeping: how many must be taken before IT can be laid to rest?’
For Sale again is Mister Jones’ family home: a house he had known and feared since his childhood. On a nostalgic whim he decides to visit the house, with disasterous results. The house reacts to his appearance and the estate agent who is showing him around vanishes. Shortly afterwards the next agent appointed to handle the sale of the property also disappears.
Mister Jones wants nothing to do with the property. His visit has awoken old memories for him, and the memories are not pleasant. But it is clear that something else has also been awoken by his visit, and when he is begged to help find the young agent who has vanished, he can no longer avoid the responsibility of facing his legacy of evil, and dealing with the curse laid upon the house.
But what will happen when he faces IT, and who will emerge alive?
If you knew just how much of this story is true, how well would you sleep tonight?
The Showing opened a door, and out of it came the Mister Jones Mysteries. My dark side, unleashed.
The following books in the series are:
Portrait of a Girl
The House Next Door
The Curse of Clyffe House
Some reviews on Amazon & Goodreads:
"A gripping, scary read"
"Recommended - if you aren't too scared!" Amazon top 500 reviewer
"A Dennis Wheatley feel - recommended" Another Amazon top 500 Reviewer