Here’s another sample from A DEAD GUY AT THE SUMMERHOUSE, which I have finally finished editing and sent to my fellow publishers for (I hope) approval and (if so) formatting and publication.

In this sample, Mitch is arguing, as usual, with Corrie, the maid who believes the dead guy of the title is trying to possess Mitch.

Who’s the Dead Guy — excerpt from

A DEAD GUY AT THE SUMMERHOUSE

by Marian Allen

She licked her dry, pale lips. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t a good time to leave. I really don’t think it is. You know how Albert was able to take you over for hours when you never even knew him, and you were fighting him.”

“Albert did not –”

With a frustrated shake of her head, she said, “I know you won’t admit it, but you know it’s true. Well, now there’s somebody here who was very close to Albert. And you gave him Albert’s room!”

“You mean The Poet?” I recalled his small, precise person smiling across the table at Aunt Missy.

“Grant Marsch, yes. If you leave, Albert will just possess Grant. And he couldn’t fight him like you can, I know he can’t. He might not want to. They might have even arranged this. Albert wasn’t the kind of man to give up living just because he died.”

“Listen, Corrie –”

“You listen! I talked to him.”

I felt all the blood rush out of my head and heard myself, as if from far away, say, “Talked to who? Whom?”

“To Grant.”

I sat down quickly. I waved Corrie to another chair, but I felt too weak and too irritated to be a gentleman and wait for her.

She didn’t seem to notice how infected I’d become with Albertitis. She went on: “I asked Grant if Albert had sent for him. Albert in possession of you, I meant; you might not remember, if you’d done that. Do you know what he said?”

“That you need a keeper?”

“He said, ‘Yes, he did send for me, in a way. A voice from the grave.'”

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Weeeeeellll…. Here’s where the music goes duh-duh-DUHHHHHHH!!!!

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character gives up a room to another character.

MA