It’s the most exciting night of the year in their town, as Olivia and friends prepare for the annual Hallowe’en celebration
When the teens set off for the party, Olivia’s mother asks them not to take the rural back lane to the old southern mansion where the event is to be held. Ignoring her mother’s request, they find themselves crashing into trees in the near darkness before reaching the rear grounds of the mansion.
When a gallows suddenly appears out of nowhere, the teens realize they may be about to witness a hanging. Could this be the ghost of Olivia’s ancestor? The one executed for witchcraft? Olivia’s stubborn curiosity overwhelms her friends’ fear, and she leads them into an adventure the teens could never have foreseen when they encounter a glimpse into history.
Ms. Murray is not only an accomplished editor and musician but a great writer as well. This little tale grabs you from the first word and keeps you turning the pages until the very end. Highly recommended!!
This is a scary little "must read." The suspenseful events and surprises will grasp your attention and unnerve your inner fears and fantasies. Ms. Murray's highly creative imagination has brought her characters, both young and old, together with a suspense that keeps you on the edge and awaiting the climax. Look out V. C. Andrews!
The path appeared to be darker than Olivia had imagined, especially on this full moon night. There seemed to be a lot of eerie shadows, and the occasional hoot of an owl or cry of some other wild creature coming from the woods.
“Wow, it’s hard to see.” Artesia clung to Olivia’s arm. “Whose idea was it to come through the fields again? Didn’t your mom tell us not to take this route?”
Olivia’s stubborn character refused to allow her to even contemplate she may have made a poor choice, but her friend wasn’t going to let it go.
She stopped to fix Artesia’s green fairy wing. It was hanging at an unusual angle and she hoped it hadn’t broken when they both crashed into that tree.
Olivia wished she had brought a flashlight. I’m such an idiot! How could I come this way and not even bring a light? She was having a bit of trouble negotiating the terrain. Her floor-length, heavy black skirt was certainly warm enough for the slightly chilly autumn evening, but it dragged on the ground and so she kept tripping on the hem.