Difference between revisions of "Image Of A Ghost"
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* '''Publisher''': [[Warner]] | * '''Publisher''': [[Warner]] | ||
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"There -- in Paris Match -- were photographs of THE GHOST OF MY MOTHER!" Karen had never believed in ghosts but when her mother's troubled spirit called, she had to listen. The first photograph showed a swirling mass halfway down a staircase. In the next, a shape began to emerge. There, in the third, stood my mother, who had died eighteen months ago, wearing a dress from the Forties. I remembered that dress! In the fourth shot, the image swirled again, dissolving. The accompanying story reported that these pictures had been taken by a respected artist in Maine. His wife had seen the ghost, and the shots had been developed and printed before witnesses. It was no hoax. I must go to Maine and discover for myself why my mother's spirit had returned... | "There -- in Paris Match -- were photographs of THE GHOST OF MY MOTHER!" Karen had never believed in ghosts but when her mother's troubled spirit called, she had to listen. The first photograph showed a swirling mass halfway down a staircase. In the next, a shape began to emerge. There, in the third, stood my mother, who had died eighteen months ago, wearing a dress from the Forties. I remembered that dress! In the fourth shot, the image swirled again, dissolving. The accompanying story reported that these pictures had been taken by a respected artist in Maine. His wife had seen the ghost, and the shots had been developed and printed before witnesses. It was no hoax. I must go to Maine and discover for myself why my mother's spirit had returned... | ||
Revision as of 22:37, 22 October 2007
- Author: Dorothy Daniels
- Publisher: Warner
- Year: 1973
Book Description
"There -- in Paris Match -- were photographs of THE GHOST OF MY MOTHER!" Karen had never believed in ghosts but when her mother's troubled spirit called, she had to listen. The first photograph showed a swirling mass halfway down a staircase. In the next, a shape began to emerge. There, in the third, stood my mother, who had died eighteen months ago, wearing a dress from the Forties. I remembered that dress! In the fourth shot, the image swirled again, dissolving. The accompanying story reported that these pictures had been taken by a respected artist in Maine. His wife had seen the ghost, and the shots had been developed and printed before witnesses. It was no hoax. I must go to Maine and discover for myself why my mother's spirit had returned...
