When Madeline honors her mother's dying wish and returns to The Chalet, she discovers the true secret of the old mansion; a seductive spirit whose undying love has waited decades to claim her for its own.


Excerpt:
The Chalet was not just a walk down the street.  It was located in Minnesota near a large forest, surrounded on three sides by state land.  How many hunters and campers got seduced to go behind those great twin oak doors Iíll never guess.  But I know that at least a few did; the ones who got reported to my family over the years.  What they saw, Iím not sure.  Perhaps it was Madeline herself, or the force that remained of her, since she had died in that house 40 years earlier.

The Chalet had been a gift from an admirer who hoped to woo Madeline.  Joseph Martelli was not the kind of person you said no to, even if you were a big star like Madeline.  He controlled a big section of the Chicago mob.  He also loved to trophy hunt, and he took to the Minnesota woods every winter to do just that.  The Chalet had been Martelliís place before he had given it to Madeline lock, stock, and barrel.  Just why a pure blood Italian of seven generations had gone overboard for a black singer wasnít understandable, not with a wife and a mistress already.  Maybe it had been her music.  Madelineís voice was pure magic.  Or maybe Martelli had done enough evil here over the years that the place was haunted already and he wanted to dump it. 

What happened behind the closed doors before the murder isnít known, not conclusively.  Whatever disturbed Madelineís packing also is not known.  But Madeline ran from it, whatever it was. 

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Rumors began to circulate among the locals that the ancient house they called The Chalet was now haunted. Lights would shine in the third story windows at night, or laughter would be heard.  Sometimes there were screams, or gunshots, always two together, no more, no less.  The town paper did a few pieces on The Chalet that year, complete with pictures, for Halloween.  Annie put the article clippings aside when she received them anonymously, thinking it was just superstition.  Then came the first missing persons report. 

They wanted to sell at that point.  The house was a big tax liability, and a regular hassle.  But there were no buyers who offered enough to pay the back taxes that had accumulated each year since the house had been inherited from Madeline.  Then, right at the point when the bank threatened to foreclose and hand The Chalet to some developers, a mysterious anonymous benefactor showed up and all the taxes were paid, just like that.  
 



 



 

Review:

One Hell of a Spooky Story!


The Chalet had once been the home of the wealthy Centaurian family, but now it is in disrepair, its beautiful rooms shrouded in dust.  Strange things happen in the old house.  There are rumours of ghosts walking the empty rooms, and those who venture there often never return.  Is the house really haunted?  Or do the legends stem from the vivid imaginations of the local people?  Madelineīs mother has just inherited the house and it seems that Madeline is about to find out for herself. 

This is one hell of a spooky story.  You imagine it is going to be a typical gothic ghost story with some tragic event in the past triggering the apparitions.  Wrong!  But Iím not going to tell you what is really going on.  Youíll have to read it for yourself. 

P.S.  Iíd leave the light on if I were you.

-- Jenny Twist