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What would you do if a phantom took up residence in your closet?

Tuesday, October 24th, 2017

 

Ann lives in Texas with her husband and rescue pets. She taught reading and other subjects for a number of years before leaving to devote more time to her first love—writing. Reading with children was always her favorite part of teaching.

Cool Well Press published her ghostly series for the young at heart, Stevie-girl and the Phantom Pilot, Stevie-girl and The Phantom Student, and Stevie-girl and The Phantom of Crybaby Bridge.

Her adult novels—All For Love, women’s fiction, and the suspense trilogy Stutter Creek, Lilac Lane, and Copper Lake, are all published by 5 Prince Publishing.

Takers, Ann’s foray into speculative fiction, was released earlier this year.

She has won several awards for fiction since her college days and has had short stories and essays published in Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, The Binnacle, Timeless, an anthology, Seasonal Sweet, and Suspenseful, an anthology, Jitter Press, Fictionterrifica, The Rusty Nail, The Sandstorm, Reflections, an anthology, and Blue Mountain Review.

 

 

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When a small plane crashes behind Jason Lee’s rural
home, the spirit of the pilot decides to stick around. What would you do if a
phantom took up residence in your closet? Jase decides to ask Stevie-girl for
help. She’s the only kid he’s ever seen entering the old haunted Taylor
mansion–alone.

 

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Snippet:
The West Texas night wind whispered and whistled around the window
frames. I was in my mom’s favorite chair reading The Tell-Tale Heart when I heard the stuttering drone of a small
plane. In our rural setting, it sounded very low and very loud.
Then the noise stopped.
 
Lady, the German shepherd I’d found lying mangled and near death
beside the road, was standing in front of the picture-window, head cocked to
one side.
The silence was thick and cold.
 
As we watched, the tail of a small plane disappeared behind the
line of firs west of the house. There was still no sound but the wind.
 

I dialed the operator and told her what I’d seen. She immediately
patched me through to the Sheriff’s office so I could tell the dispatcher what
had happened. Then I ran outside to see what I could see. Lady was right behind
me.

 
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