Review: How To Tell A Perfect Ghost Story, By: R.C. Gillan

"Hi, Sweetie :-)" Katryni's words popped into Neffyd's mobile com while she was sleeping, "Rich wants you to read his new story. He's interested in seeing what you think."

"Sure ^.^ is that the published one, or another?" Neffydd replied a few hours later when she woke up.

"The published one." Katryni replied right away. "You can find it in my Social Network wall."

Neffydd found the post on Katryni's wall and clicked on the link. She then downloaded an application to her mobile com that would allow her to read the book once she had purchased it.

http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/How-To-Tell-Perfect-Ghost/book-YFLTd-x8rE6b91xjewwA_w/page1.html

"OK, I got it." She reported back to Katryni, "This should give me something to read on the way to The Pit tonight!"

"LOL! Good!!" Katryni replied, "It's a short, but a few minutes of good reading. He wants you to tell him what you think, when you're done."

They traded more pleasantries for a bit, then Neffydd started to read. When it was time for dinner to be made, Neffydd found herself wanting to return to the imaginative tale.

The story followed the less than lucky-in-love Terry Barker, who had his heart stomped on and decided to move into the country to heal. As he goes he narrates his experience as a how-to on writing ghost stories and why he should have known better.

He thinks nothing of it when he buys the perfect house for the perfect price and is able to close the deal quickly, as if the home is practically being thrown at him. Everything seems to be going great until strange things start happening in the hot August nights.

Terry's dream home quickly descends into nightmares when a spectral woman starts making nightly visits, then begins to clue Terry into her death-long torture.

Neffydd remained enthralled by the story, several times finding icy chills goosing her spine between her wings. She finished it on the public conveyance and sent her thoughts to Rich:

"The story was captivating and imaginative. It was a quick read, but held onto the spirit of the ghost story very well. I would have added some more descriptions, but what you have sets the scene very well."

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I recommend this story for anyone who needs to pass the time but doesn't want to start a novel. I read it quite thoroughly, to the end, be-cause Rich challenged me to find his one grammatical error. Don't worry, Rich, your error isn't that bad. ;-)

Waiting

Neffydd stretches until the hitch in her spine between her wings pops and loosens. The flutter-flies in her stomach won't settle down like she wants, but they had every right to be as excited as she. This weekend is going to be AWESOME!

It's pretty late at night and she's talking to Warder Sullens and Katryni over the aether-com. He has just finished helping Aine put Lilly down for bed, (occasionally quite the arduous task,) and now has time to find the inventory lists Neffydd forgot to bring to work with her and send her copies to print out.

Just a couple more hours until she can be rid of The Pit of Hell and start her weekend! YAY!

Right after her shift, Neffydd is going to take a short nap, fix-up the lists she just printed, then be off to the market to gather the food-stuffs that they need for the long weekend at the Tournaments. She's going to stop by the nail salon to get her talons shortened and the paint color changed then at mid-day She'll go to Katryni's place to help her organize for her weekend thrift sale and after that Neffydd will sew until they scream at her to stop!

Friday morning will consist of a grand rush to get everything organized in a way that makes all the things able to fit into two vehicles, then off to the east to set up their household camp. Tourney = AWESOME!!!

Neffydd can barely sit still enough to type and the clock seems to be staging a peaceful rebellion... it refuses to advance quick enough no mater how Neffydd curses at it. She takes another sip of a minty hot beverage and wiggles some more.

There's a song running around her head and occasionally bumping into her Hum Impulse so that every-so-often she keeps humming the same few bars over and over again. She decides to turn on the radio to kill the brain-song and save the rest of her preciously small amount of sanity.

Only a couple more hours now...