Chelsea Mansions
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I was thinking about this when I heard the sound, a strange, distant cry, almost inaudible. It came again, a little louder and more urgent, and it seemed to me that it came from the direction of the fireplace. I got out of bed and made my way towards it. I knelt down and bent my head toward the grate and felt a breath of cool air brush against my cheek. And then I heard it again, a scream of agony, echoing down the chimney from far, far away. I gasped and rocked back on my heels, terrified. All around me the room was dark and still. I jumped to my feet and ran back to bed and buried myself under the blankets. It was a cat, I told myself, up on the roof, yowling at the moon.
The next morning at breakfast I asked Daphne, the owner of the hotel, about the cries from the chimney. She seemed quite alarmed that I had heard them, and then explained that a ghost haunted Chelsea Mansions. I didn’t believe in ghosts, but this was England, and things were different. Everyone seemed very subdued that morning. The happy mood of the previous day had vanished, as if the ghost had sent a chill through all our lives.
Table of Contents
Cover
Praise
Author Biograpy
Title
Imprint
Dedication
Quote
Chapter 01
Chapter 02
Chapter 03
Chapter 04
Chapter 05
Chapter 06
Chapter 07
Chapter 08
Chapter 09
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
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