I get shivers thinking about those nightmares of yours, Leona Olson. Where was the castle? I can't help but think of Scrooge talking to Marley's ghost, saying it was "just a piece of undigested potato," when all along, we know differently.
I hope you'll enjoy reading A WEE MURDER IN MY SHOP as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Thank you for sharing your story, Peggy Roberson. Those of us who are sensitive to such vibrations can, I'm sure, empathize with that "strange look." It can be unsettling to sense spirits, but I agree that they're harmless. I'm just honored to be able to catch a glimpse of their lives.