Book Blurb
The house, for all of its solitude, seemed incredibly
noisy
The Farmhouse, having stood against time and history
for nearly 160 years in the Virginia countryside, was forgotten and abandoned
until Kyle and Jenny Dowling moved in during the summer of 1972.
The Dowlings, married just a year, were struggling to
repair their broken marriage. It was to be the perfect place, away from it all,
to heal their relationship. Jenny would write and Kyle would tend to minor
renovations. The rent was cheap.
The realtor warned them, however, against staying
beyond the final days of fall.
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Excerpt
Jenny turned and caught herself as
her leg fell from the couch. What time
was it? The room was dark save for the glow of the floor lamp near the
staircase. The fire had long since been extinguished. She widened her eyes to
adjust to the darkness and contemplated her next move–curl back up on the couch
or make the seemingly long and difficult walk up the stairs to their bedroom.
The groaning creak of a door from beyond the living room interrupted her
thoughts. She pulled herself up and listened, fearful of hearing the tap and
ping or worse yet, the raw cries of a soul in despair.
She turned onto her knees and peered
over the side of the couch. She could just make out the doorway entrance to the
empty parlor room. A shuffling of steps could be heard. Jenny bit her lip as
the steps appeared to be growing closer. She counted each step upon its
approach until they paused for a brief moment before her. She swallowed a
trickle of blood from her lower lip as the footsteps continued into the
library. She stepped from the couch as the door to the library clicked shut.
Jenny stood in the center of the living room, scanning the shadowed forms of
the few pieces of random furniture they had acquired. Her eyes moving back and
forth again from the staircase to the library. She ran her hands through her
hair, it was simply a dream. She made her way up the stairs as the grandfather
clock announced the hour of three a.m.
Author Bio
L.B. grew up in a one stop-light town in central Idaho. After earning a Bachelor of Art’s degree in cultural anthropology from California State University-Chico, she uprooted herself to begin a new life in Washington, D.C., where she began a varied career in professional communications in private business and education.
“I’ve always had a passion for photography, travel, writing, and history. I am thrilled to now be creating works of fiction that allow me to share these passions with others. One of my favorite parts of the writing process is the historical research required to bring authenticity to my characters’ lives.”
This is her fifth book and the second in her standalone series: Tales from the Parlor Room–a collection of gothic and ghostly tales.
She currently resides in Virginia where she enjoys cemetery walks, visiting abandoned and haunted places and working on more ghostly tales.
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