GHOST OF A CHANCE, A Paranormal Short Story - Plot & Excerpts
He was a handsome and seemingly caring man. What she was experiencing was due to that and not to any lingering effects from what had happened in the parlor.If anything had actually occurred there, she thought. The logical and practical side of her refused to believe that Nancy the psychic had somehow managed to channel a spirit or two. Especially one who managed to take over Tracy’s body for only the space of a few heartbeats and yet had left behind emotions she was finding it hard to forget.Instead of heading out her bedroom door, Peter walked her to the French doors and tossed them open. They strolled through the gardens and down to the water’s edge. The wind had kicked up the surf, washing ashore small jellyfish that glittered like diamonds from the moonbeams.“It was dark the night it happened. Anna was afraid,” Tracy said, and wrapped her arms around herself, slightly cold from the strong ocean breeze.Peter, who had been walking beside her with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched against the nip of the wind, slipped one arm around her and pulled her close. The warmth of him abated the cold instantly. “Francis was afraid also. I remember that feeling from the parlor room. He was very very fearful.”“A local fisherman had been beaten to death about a week before. He used to deliver fish to the mansion. Maybe he brought more than that to the back door,”
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