The Spirit on Sidle Street by Amy Cross EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Amy Cross
- Language: English
- Genre: British Horror Fiction
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Today…
Today is a beautiful day for a house viewing.
As I drive through the center of the village, I can’t help thinking
that Candleward is just about the most beautiful place anyone could ever
hope to live. There are lots of small, independent shops, and everyone just
seems to be going about their business so happily. The sun’s beating down,
and my first proper summer here in the depths of the Cornish Riviera is
already set up to be a scorcher. In fact, this place is so stunning and so
perfect in every way, it’s almost like something from a picture postcard.
And… then there are the ghosts.
Glancing at the village store, I see two people talking in the
doorway; I also see a pale face staring out at me from one of the upstairs
windows. I drive carefully around the corner, and I see four people waiting
at the bus stop by the war memorial; three of the people look like normal
village inhabitants, but the fourth is a woman with a deathly countenance. I
try to focus on the road ahead, but as I drive past the playground I spot
some children having fun on the swings; nearby, two other children –
dressed in old-fashioned clothes – are watching them forlornly. In
Candleward, there are easily as many ghosts as there are living people.
More, I’m sure.
As I turn onto the next street, I spot Old Nigel. I don’t know that
his name’s actually Nigel, of course, but that’s what I call him. He’s a ghost
who just walks along this street all day and all night. I’m not even sure
whether anyone else has ever spotted him, but I see him whenever I come
along here. And he always looks at me, making eye contact right as I drive
past.
“Good morning, Nigel,” I say as I drive past, even though I know I
shouldn’t be talking to these ghosts. “Have another great day.”
Ever since I almost died a few months ago at Hurst House, I’ve
been able to see ghosts all around the village. When I say that I almost died,
I’m fudging the facts a little there; I’m pretty sure that technically I
definitely died, if only for a minute or two, and that seems to have left me
with some kind of ‘insight’ into the world of the hereafter. I’m alive, but I
can see the dead as clearly as I see the living, and sometimes when they
look back at me I realize that the dead seem to be very much aware of my
ability. And as an estate agent – as a very busy estate agent – this ‘seeing the
dead’ thing can be both a blessing and a curse.
A curse, because I get insights into all the sorrow and sadness in
each property. And a blessing because…
Wait, why is it a blessing again?
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