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* '''Author''': [[Marianne Andrau]] | * '''Author''': [[Marianne Andrau]] | ||
* '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 97]] | * '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 97]] | ||
* '''Year''': 1980 | * '''Year''': 1980 | ||
The facts were utterly bizarre. Daylight faded as Helen sat alone in her bedroom. She had never believed in ghosts ... until her arrival at Engnacht Castle. She considered recent events. Were they truly psychic disturbances or the result of an overactive imagination? Or evidence of an even more frightening reality? Then a shadow stole across the window. A man's face leered in at her. But as blind fear gripped her, the face vanished. Behind her the door slowly opened. A hand closed over her mouth, stifling her rising scream of terror... | The facts were utterly bizarre. Daylight faded as Helen sat alone in her bedroom. She had never believed in ghosts ... until her arrival at Engnacht Castle. She considered recent events. Were they truly psychic disturbances or the result of an overactive imagination? Or evidence of an even more frightening reality? Then a shadow stole across the window. A man's face leered in at her. But as blind fear gripped her, the face vanished. Behind her the door slowly opened. A hand closed over her mouth, stifling her rising scream of terror... | ||
Revision as of 00:40, 15 August 2007
- Author: Marianne Andrau
- Publisher: Harlequin Mystique # 97
- Year: 1980
The facts were utterly bizarre. Daylight faded as Helen sat alone in her bedroom. She had never believed in ghosts ... until her arrival at Engnacht Castle. She considered recent events. Were they truly psychic disturbances or the result of an overactive imagination? Or evidence of an even more frightening reality? Then a shadow stole across the window. A man's face leered in at her. But as blind fear gripped her, the face vanished. Behind her the door slowly opened. A hand closed over her mouth, stifling her rising scream of terror...
