Chel and Oliver had fled from unacceptable interference and apparently insurmountable problems, but with no clear idea of where they were going or what they would do when they arrived, for although they left the interference behind, the problems came with them into Cornwall and brought their friends. It looked as if the impulsive move had simply made bad, worse, until the day that Chel unexpectedly met Oliver's cousin Judy. Old acquaintances followed new, but with them came an old tragedy, and a piece of family history that had been deliberately hidden. From then on, things began to change.
This is a ghost story. I make no apology for it; you, the reader, can believe in it or not as you choose. I can only say that the sort of things that happen in it have happened, if not to me, to others, and I am not going to attempt to explain the unexplainable. So far, such things aren't susceptible to proof, and like Chel herself, I'm not sure that I believe the evidence, even of my own experience. But then, nor am I sure that I don't believe it. Take water divining, after all. When Chel points out that more than 40% of people could do it, if they tried, she isn't joking. I should know, I'm one of that 40% but I don't know how it's done, even so. So why should I be sceptical about other strange things?
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