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I turned toward the bookshelf, and started reading some of the titles. Then suddenly, a book right in front of me started to slide out slowly, all by itself, then it stopped…just before it was about to fall off the shelf. I stared at it for a second or two, and then glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone else had seen it. But they were on the other side of the room, and obviously didn’t see it. I took a deep breath. How could a book move by itself? I reached up and grabbed it, then took it off the shelf. It was Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. When I opened the book, a strange feeling came over me. I shivered. It felt like someone was looking over my shoulder, watching me. I quickly glanced behind me, but no one was there. I guess it was just my imagination. I flipped through some of the pages, and then suddenly something fell out of the book, and onto the floor. I looked behind me again, because that feeling of someone watching me was still there. I held my breath for a second, and slowly let it out. This time when I shivered, it was because I was cold and I could actually see my breath. How is this even possible? It’s October. I shouldn’t be able to see my breath. It shouldn’t be this cold in here.

“Lacy!” Robin called. “Come over here, and look at this.”

“In a minute,” I glanced over my shoulder. Then I bent down to see what fell out of the book. I picked it up. It was a skeleton key, and it looked really old. It was very ornate, and it had a capital R on it. I held it in my hand for a few minutes, looking at it, feeling it. Then right when I was going to put the key back in the book, the strangest thing happened. The window started rattling, and then the dingy white curtains that were hanging down each side of the window started to blow, like there was a hurricane. I hadn’t even noticed that the window was even open. I think it was closed. The wind started howling, and then the door slammed shut. I jumped.

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New Friends


“Thanks for walking me home guys,” I walked up the steps, and then turned around to wave goodbye.

“See you tomorrow,” Joey said.

“What’s going on tomorrow?” my mother wanted to know. I cringed and held my breath, hoping no one would tell her the truth. Thankfully no one said a word. The silence was deafening so I finally opened my mouth.

“They’re going to show me around town and show me where Saint Andrews is,” I said really quickly, before someone else said something different. “And they’re going to show me where the library is too,” I tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Okay, but make sure you do some unpacking,” she looked at me and then at them. “We have a lot of work to do, you know. Let me have that bag,” she reached for it as I handed it to her. Then she went inside.

I took a deep breath and then sighed. I was so relieved, because she actually believed me and she was going to let me go. I looked at my new friends. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” they said at the same time. I smiled at them and they smiled back. “Don’t forget…the bridge at 1:00,” Joey smiled at me again.

“I won’t forget,” I stayed on the porch and watched them walk toward Robin’s house. Maybe this place isn’t so bad after all. But then I remembered Mrs. Dutton, and what she said to me. The words echoed in my ears. “Those who do…end up dead,” I shivered.




Evelyn Grinstead


I ran my fingers along the spins of the books and then I saw a photo resting on one of the stacks. I picked it up to get a better look. There was a young girl in the photo, about the same age as me, I guess. She had a long white dress on and long wavy hair. But more importantly, Raven Hill was in the background. I stared at it.

“Have you found any good books yet?” Mrs. Grinstead asked.

I turned around; the photo was still in my hand. “Ummm…not yet.”

“I see you found my photo,” she glanced at the picture in my hand. “That was a long time ago.”

“Is this you?”

“Yes, I was twelve when that photo was taken,” she walked in the room carrying a tray of steaming hot tea and a plate of cookies. “It was 1912. That was the last time I was at Raven Hill,” she looked at me, and then put the tray down on the table. “Have a seat,” she motioned toward the chair and then she sat down in the other one.

I handed her the photo. She stared at it for a few seconds. No doubt, remembering the day the photo was taken. “It looks like you were having fun,” I smiled when she looked at me.

“Oh, yes. It was a wonderful day,” she glanced at the photo again. “It was the last 4th of July Celebration at Raven Hill,” she looked sad.  “Every year they had one. Practically the whole town was there,” she took a sip of her tea.

“Why was that the last one?” I blew on my tea and then took a sip. It was really hot.

“Because a few months later, something dreadful happened there,” she looked into my eyes. “I’m sure you’ve heard the stories already. The legend of the woman in black,” she took another sip and then put her tea cup down.

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A Sneak Peek Inside Chapter Five ~ part six

One more sneak peek from chapter five!

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“Get it off!” Matt yelled. “Get it off!”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Robin gently picked up the grayish brown spider. “It’s only a little spider.”

“You know I hate spiders,” he shivered. “It was wicked hairy,” he shivered again. “And it wasn’t little!”

“That was really mean,” April said, as Robin gently put the spider back on the floor. I watched it scurry away.

“I was just having some fun,” Robin smiled. “Come on, it was kind of funny, wasn’t it?”

‘I don’t think so,” April gave her a dirty look.

“Hey, why don’t we play truth or dare,” Violet smiled.

“Do we have to?” Joey made a face.

“Yes!” she said. “I’ll go first.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, and then looked at me.

Inspiration Board 6 – part one

Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, where they go, what kind of trouble they get into, and sets the mood of the story. That’s why most of the images are dark and moody…with a little touch of color here and there. Just like my story!

Images are such a useful tool for me, especially since I’m an artist/designer/potter/photographer and writer. They help me design my story world. I can visualize my story in my mind, but seeing images related to my story takes it a step further!

That’s why I make these inspiration boards.

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Raven Hill!

A Sneak Peek Inside Chapter Five ~ part five

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“Are you nuts?” Matt frowned. “There’s a dead person in there. I’m not going in there!” he crossed his arms over his chest and then shivered.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree, everyone screamed, and a tree branch fell to the ground. Matt just stood there staring at it. “Matt!” I yelled. “Come on!” He didn’t budge, he just kept staring at it. So I ran up to him and grabbed his arm. “Matt, come on,” he looked at me for a couple of seconds, and then he finally came to his senses. We ran toward the crypt. The sky opened up, and rain poured down on us. “Matt, hurry up!” I glanced over my shoulder, and then I looked for Joey and the girls. They were already at the crypt, trying to open the door. The door finally opened, just as we got there and Joey went inside first. Thunder crashed over our heads and another bolt of lightning struck. Everyone screamed. We rushed inside and quickly closed the door, but we didn’t go very far. We huddled by the door for a few minutes. It was dark. Thankfully, there was a small stained glass window that let in some light. I looked around, once my eyes adjusted to the dim light in the crypt. That’s when I saw it.

“Ouch!” Robin yelled. “You stepped on my foot. Move over!”

“Stop pushing!” complained April.

“I need more room,” Robin pushed her way further into the crypt.

I glanced at Robin, and then I looked at the window again. Right under the stained glass window, was a stone coffin, raised up on a stone platform. There were two iron candelabra’s on each side of it, with candles that had melted wax dripping down from them. I walked toward it.

“Lacy, what are you doing?” asked Violet.

I looked over my shoulder. “I just want to check it out.”

A Sneak Peek Inside Chapter Five – part four


“Can we please get out of here now?” Matt asked, but no one was paying attention.

“Look, this one is Henry Gray,” April pointed.

I followed her. I wanted to get a good look and so did Joey. Then all of a sudden, a raven swooped down and landed on a nearby gravestone. It looked at me and cawed really loud. I stared at it. Then another raven flew over our heads a couple of times, and then landed on the same headstone. They both cawed, and then suddenly flew away.

“Can we go now,” Matt asked again. “I hate cemeteries!”

“In a minute,” Joey looked over his shoulder.

“Hey, what’s that building for?” asked Violet.

“I think it’s a crypt,” I glanced at her.

“There’s a dead person in there?” she looked at me and shivered.

“Yeah, I think so,” Suddenly a gust of wind whipped hair in my face. I reached up to brush it away, and then saw a flock of ravens flying away. Tree branches began moving violently in the wind. Leaves were floating and swirling around us. I looked up at the sky; it was getting dark, thunder clouds were forming. And then, I felt the first rain drop fall on my arm. I looked at it and looked up at the sky again.

“Guys,” Joey said loudly. “I think we’re about to get soaked.”

I glanced at Joey. He was looking up at the sky. The clouds were rolling in quickly, and the sky was really dark. “We need to get out of here!”

“Yeah, it looks bad,” Joey said over the wind. “We need to get inside that crypt.”

“What?” Matt’s eyes bulged out. “I’m not going in there!”

“We have too,” I pushed my hair away from my face. “There’s nowhere else to go.”



A Sneak Peek Inside Chapter Five – part three


“It’s an old cemetery,” I looked around at all the old headstones. Some of them were leaning over, ready to fall, a few were already lying on the ground, but most of them were still standing straight and tall. I shivered.

“Gross!” Matt said. “Let’s get out of here.”

“What’s it doing here?” asked Violet.

“It looks really old,” April ran her hand across one of the headstones. “Oh my gawd, I can’t believe it,” she pushed away the dead grass and weeds that was covering it.

“April, don’t touch it!” Matt said. “That’s gross.”

Joey walked toward April. “What is it?”

“It’s Patience Gray,” she looked up at him.

I looked at the headstone and then at April. “Who’s Patience Gray?”

A Sneak Peek Inside Chapter Five – part two


“This place is a little spooky,” April shivered.

“I have a really bad feeling about this,” Matt frowned. “I think we should go back.”

“Yeah, this place gives me the creeps,” said Violet. “Maybe, we should go back.”

“Stop whining!” snapped Robin. “You guys are such babies,” she looked over her shoulder, and then followed Joey.

“No, we’re not!” shouted April, giving Robin a dirty look.

“Shhhhh,” whispered Violet. “You guys are being really loud.”

“Yeah, be quiet, before we get caught,” Robin whispered.

“You be quiet!” April said, a little too loudly.

“No!” Robin snapped.

“Stop it!” Joey yelled over his shoulder.

I looked back, and so did Robin. “She’s the one causing all the trouble,” April pointed at Robin.

“Shut up!” Robin said angrily, and then stuck her tongue out.

“Shhhhh,” I whispered. “I think I heard something.”

“Oh, no!” Violet said.


A Sneak Peek Inside Chapter Five – part one


“Oh crap!” I covered my mouth, and hoped my mother hadn’t heard me. I glanced over my shoulder, then headed toward my bed. I was so busy unpacking, I didn’t realize what time it was, until I looked at the clock on my night table. “Shoot, I’m going to be late. What’s wrong with me?” I threw the clothes I had just folded on my bed. “Why am I always late? Can I be on time just once.” I grabbed my jacket and headed for the stairs. I ran down the steps, sometimes taking two at a time, and shoved my arms into my jacket.

“Where do you think you’re going?” my mother asked, stopping me at the bottom of the stairs. I turned, and saw her standing in the middle of the hallway, with her arms folded across her chest. I sighed, and then took a deep breath. “I’m going for a bike ride; with my new friends, remember.” She put her hands on her hips. “They’re going to show me where Saint Andrews is.”

“Did you finish unpacking?” she asked, giving me that look she always gives me, when she disapproves of something I did, or something I haven’t done and should have.

“No, not yet,” I bit at a piece of dry skin off my bottom lip. “I’m almost done though,” I smiled, but she didn’t smile back. “Mom, can you buy me some Chap Stick, I can’t find mine and my lips are really chapped?”

“I’ll get you one when I go to the store,” she looked at my face. “Don’t lick your lips. That only makes it worse.”

“I’ll try not to,” I glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Make sure you finish when you get back, I don’t think it’s too much to ask for you to at least, have your room unpacked before you start school tomorrow,” she raised her eyebrow.

“I will, I promise. Can I go now? They’re waiting for me.”

“Don’t forget to be home when the street lights come on.”

“I won’t,” I rushed through the hallway and into the kitchen. “Bye, Mom!” I shouted over my shoulder. I grabbed the small flash light that was on the kitchen counter, shoved it in my pocket, and headed for the back door.