The Cursed Hill (Rick Thane Series Book 1)

Prologue

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Prologue

 Dear curious reader,

When people ask me about ghosts, they say stupid things like, "Do they wear white sheets?" or "Do they clank around in chains?" or "Do they know they are dead?" The answer to those questions is, No, No and definitely Yes. How do I know this? I'm not a self-professed medium, Ghost Hunter, or Spirit Communicator. I'm simply your average Joe called Rick Thane, though I just happen to see the dead.

 The dead come in all shapes and sizes, as would any living person. However, some have died so horrifically that they wish to show how they've died. And that is when it tends to be a bit gruesome. So I'll spare you that detail for later on. This, of course, all depends on if you want to continue reading.

 This account is not for the fainthearted; it's for those who are seeking an understanding or validation of life after death. Of course, even if you manage to read everything, I don't blame you if you still think that ghosts or spirits aren't real. I guess one way or another, everyone will find out in the end.

 Moving on. Ah, the age-old question that follows, "Is there life after death?" or, "Is there a light?" I'm going to say there is, but only for those who don't want to stay around. You have a choice; from what I understand, there isn't a time limit. Although if you are "stuck" on Earth for so long, you end up "living" in a world that you don't belong in, which can cause all sorts of problems. Mostly problems for the living, and that's where I come in.

 Now, in the beginning, I stated that I'm not a self-professed anything... however, other people who I have helped in the past have called me a Spirit Therapist. It sounds kooky, doesn't it? But I suppose it's true. It's not that I get rid of spirits who are haunting an area or person or even inanimate objects. I simply talk to them and ask what's pissing them off. Generally, it's the fact that they are dead; they can't do anything anymore and are jealous of the living. Spirits like that can be talked into "leaving" who or what or where they are attached to, but those who just don't want my help end up passing the problem spirits to priests. Sometimes therapy just doesn't work, and people need to know that.

 So in the yellow pages, I have a small ad, "Spirit Therapist," with a consultation fee of £30 per hour. You'd be surprised how many people think I'm a spiritual healer as supposed to an actual ghost shrink.

 But anyway, my account of the most extreme case I will tell you started in 1993. I was a thirty-three-year-old bachelor living in London studying Psychology part-time at King's College. I'd been living in Merry Old cold and wet England for about sixteen months and started to find my feet around the area I was living in. My apartment was a simple converted Edwardian house. I was sharing with three living students, all of them in their late teens and early twenties, and one old man named Edgar Johns. Edgar passed away in the London Blitz in 1940.

 *Apart from the spirits, all names have been changed to respect the identity of my clients, friends and family. 

Not freaked out yet? Then please read on, perhaps sitting comfortably on your bed with the mirrors covered and every single light on, just for peace of mind.