𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞
We are delighted to present Ty Llun - Lake House - which is, once again, available.
A beautiful 400 year old waterfront property in an idyllic Welsh village, the property has plenty of character and comes complete with the spirit of a long dead witch.
It’s the ideal place for a couple to move to, to start again, to try and forget the heartbreak of the past.
And we are sure that, this time, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 will leave you in peace…
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝗠𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹.
Excerpt
Back upstairs, the steamy bathroom was
empty and he could hear Tor moving around in their bedroom along the hall.
Deciding to have one last check on the water temperature, Gabe went into the
bathroom and froze. Steam rose up from the taps, initially a good sign, the
scalding liquid emerging from the faucet, water evaporating, billowing into its
own cloud system below the ceiling, dropping down to make the glass of the
corner shower cubicle opaque, and drifting across the room to the far side,
coating the mirror as the steam cooled, sank and disappeared. It was like a
geography project on the formation of weather systems. The cloud did little to
obscure Gabe’s view of the bath, however, which was why he was so startled. The
water, now up to about three-quarters full, was deep red. Not red-coloured water,
not rusty water, not see-through as if she’d used a bath-bomb, but opaque –
like wine.
Or blood.
The water was more viscous than it should
have been, sticking to the porcelain, sliding down like people trying to climb
a slippery wall, clinging to the surface until Sir Isaac Newton intervened.
Gabe stared at the ripples and waves on the crimson surface, wondering if this
was the extent of the weirdness or if something else might happen. As if in
response, as he watched, something began to happen on the surface, a dome
slowly forming in the middle of the water – or whatever it was – rising upwards
like a red sheet draped over a child’s head at Halloween, the blood running off
and splashing back down into the bath, splattering the walls. It was
definitely blood, it couldn’t be anything else. And it was definitely a
head that was rising out of it as the liquid dripped away from two eyes,
blinking in the light and staring right at him with anger and malevolence. Dark
hair was matted to her head as she rose, shoulders and breasts lifting out of
the water, face twisted into a sneer. Blood ran from her face and head, running
over her shoulders in a hundred tiny rivulets, down her arms and to the tips of
her small breasts, dripping off her nipples.
‘Gabe?’ Tor called from the bedroom.
‘Two minutes,’ he answered in the direction
of the door, hoping he didn’t sound as shaken as he felt, struggling to stop
himself screaming aloud and running from the room. Turning back to the bath,
the water was clear and steam slowly rose up from the surface, filling the room
like a sauna. The noise of water pouring in once again dominated the room.
Looking back to the door then to the bath again, seeing nothing of the
apparition or hallucination of before, he made a decision. He shut off the tap
and reached in to grab the chain, pulling the plug, allowing the water to start
to gurgle and spin out down the plughole.
Author Bio
Mark
Brownless lives and works in Carmarthen, West Wales, UK. He has been putting
ideas on paper for some years now but only when the idea for THE HAND OF AN
ANGEL came to him in the autumn of 2015 did he know he might be able to write a
book. Mark likes to write about ordinary people being placed in extraordinary
circumstances, is fascinated by unexplained phenomena, and enjoys merging
thriller, science fiction and horror.
Thank you for sharing this extract today and for being a part of this tour x
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