Johanna Van Veen’s engaging, creepy tale is written in such poetic prose that reading it feels like snuggling up to read an old ghost story beside a roaring fire in a centuries-old manor – blanket wrapped around you and a hot chocolate in hand – when suddenly you feel a delicious, ghostly chill at your neck that sends shivers around your body.
‘Spirits, I call on you. You are welcome here.’
Anyone else read it?
R. H. DIXON 