A supposedlyhaunted hotel

..I’m working quite hard at the moment, changing all my eBooks into paperbacks – they still will be available on Kindle but it will be great to have them as actual paper books! I am going through my Radwinter books, and I’ve reached number 5, ‘Earthquake’ . The main character Thomas has been commissioned to investigate a supposedly haunted hotel. He visits it for the first time:

It was sheeting with rain, so I’d literally run from where I’d parked in a supermarket carpark, half a mile away, run between the rather tatty very old houses to the harbour where the hotel was.
I stood looking at it and yes indeed, it had definitely been a pub – I must look it up. I guessed it was maybe a couple of hundred years old, and in the olden days it would have been busy and thriving, all those thirsty, fishermen, all the people coming to buy the fish and maybe other things. I imagined horses and carts and wagons coming to collect the bales and barrels and loads and people shouting and ropes swinging and pulleys – or whatever those things are called which lift things up – not cranes, well, maybe cranes… another something to look up.
In the funny light and with the rain making it all shiny it really did look a bit creepy. I noticed there were four parking places at the front of the hotel, two on either side of the steps which led up to it. It was a double fronted place but quite narrow, the building going back. There was an alley down one side, a very narrow alley, more like a passageway and I had a peer down there and could see that the place was fairly sizable… I’d imagined Rebecca having a small almost bed and breakfast type place… this was big… hmmm… I had a moment’s puzzle about the finances of it all but that’s nothing to do with me, her economic situation is not my concern – thank goodness!
I stood looking at it again, and took a couple of pictures, despite the light not being very good and then I had a bit of a wander.
There was like a broken pier part, the stones all tumbled into the sea, all covered in seaweed and green slime, and then there were some steps leading down to the beach with a hand rail. The beach here, which I’d never been to, looked quite nice, what I could see of it with the pounding waves. There was a bit of a harbour remaining, with some boats, so obviously it was still used to some extent.
There was the usual muddle of old buildings, some which looked as if they had been sheds, maybe for the fish, some of which were small houses, then this big hotel; even though it was bigger, it didn’t look out of place. There were a few closed shops, another pub which also seemed closed… it was all pretty desperate.
I could see how someone coming to stay here might be predisposed to thinking it was creepy, and sort of setting themselves up to find spooky happenings… This all seemed a complete load of bollocks, ‘bollocks’ is one of Paul’s words.
I came back to the hotel… yes, it really didn’t look very inviting. The rain was slackening off and I could imagine maybe on a nice sunny day it would be interesting, and certainly very near the beach. I wandered back to the worn steps leading down to the sand.

If you want to find out whether the hotel is really haunted, here is a link to the eBook – the paperback will be available in a few days!:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B06Y18H8JR/ref=series_dp_rw_ca_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1602284007&sr=8-6

3 Comments

  1. Richard

    Hi Lois

    I was reading your note about No5 Earthquake just now and I started wondering – as you do.

    Bernie is doing a lot of Family History work on her family in Ireland – not the easiest place to dig out records from long ago – the name changes are horrendous

    I know you are interested in FH – not to say obsessed? So I sort of wondered if there is a plot for one of your future Radwinter books.

    She was getting very frustrated the other day and muttered that she wish she could go back and talk to some of her ancestors – they could then quickly clear up a lot of unanswerable questions.

    Then I saw your Earthquake notes about a supposedly haunted inn.

    Then I got to thinking…

    What if a place was haunted and it was by one of your ancestors and further, if you could speak to them and ask them all the questions you wanted answered?

    Then… if you could call up and talk to anyone you wanted to – perhaps only if they belonged to your family tree – however distantly

    This would transform family history. Think of some of the questions you could ask and the conversations you could have – and the interesting things you could find out – all the hidden secrets.

    Could this be a plot for one of your books where your hero, Thomas? somehow finds that he has a superpower… and etc.

    Just a thought.

    Enjoy your retreat

    Best wishes

    Richard

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    1. Lois

      Wow, what a splendid idea… but maybe you should write about a time-travelling genealogist , you have such a weird imagination, and such a brilliant way of writing humorously as well!! I’ll have a think, thanks for the suggestion! And good luck to Bernie – I think a lot of records were accidentally destroyed – was it a fire? I have some idea something catastrophic happened to Irish records.

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