The following snippet is from
Haunted by Love
Part of the Eastern Sierra Brides 1884 series
Hazel waited, but heard no response. “I can tell you’re here, Charlotte, and you seem a mite sad, but I can’t see you none. And there ain’t no baby that I can see. Are-are you under the bed, or hidin’ in a closet?”
Hazel gasped for breath and gripped the bedpost until her fingers ached as she witnessed the scene before her eyes. Where before the carpet in colors of red, blue and beige between the bed and the side window and a nightstand appeared bare, she now watched as a mound of white materialized on top. Next she watched a dark spot in the center which Hazel soon realized it was hair lift to reveal a face. It belonged to an attractive young woman perhaps in her mid-twenties. Hazel had no idea how the woman accomplished it, but she rose to her feet as if pulled up by a puppeteer’s string until she stood at her full height. The two studied each other. Hazel’s eyes never left Charlotte’s face, yet with her peripheral vision she could not help but notice the beautiful nip and tucked yoke edged with lace on the white nightgown the woman wore.
Gradually, the fear Hazel felt faded. The person before her radiated sorrow and worry, but nothing Hazel considered threatening. She began to suspect what she was seeing.
“You’re a haint, ain’t you?”
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