I’m working again on my YA paranormal(?) suspense, A DEAD GUY AT THE SUMMERHOUSE. The main character is James Michener Franklin (Mitch), a 17-year-old orphan who has been hired as handyman/companion/dogkeeper by an elderly rich woman. At least, she used to be elderly. I first started working on this book when I was 18, and 70 seemed perty durn old. Now that I’m 63, 70 seems pretty fresh.
Dr. Andrew is the son of the house. Sandy is a man, and the house’s cook. Corrie is the maid, and has cornered Mitch and informed him that he, Mitch, is possessed by the spirit of a man who … wait for it … died at the summerhouse.
A DEAD GUY AT THE SUMMERHOUSE
by Marian Allen
She looked and spoke to me, as if I were the only person in the room. “Miss Amelia would like you to come take the dogs for a walk. She’s in her room with them now.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“I’ll show you the way.”
I didn’t want to go with her. I mean, I really didn’t want to go with her. Maybe Dr. Andrew sensed it, because he came to my rescue.
“Aunt Amelia’s room is next to yours, Mitch,” he said, his eyes back on his empty plate, “on the side closer to the foyer stairs. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks.” To Corrie, I said, “I’ll find it. Thanks anyway.”
Sandy put his knuckles on the table and raised himself from his seat.
Corrie slammed the door as she left.
“Poor girl,” said Dr. Andrew, as if the words had been squeezed out of him.
“Yeah?” said Sandy. “Yeah, I guess. She’s just got a bad attitude. Little snot.”
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It’s finished; I just have to hit it with another clean-up edit and it’s good to go. Wheeeee!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What would you do if someone informed you that you were possessed by the spirit of a dead guy?