Thirteen by Shani Struthers

A Psychic Surveys Companion Novella

Don't leave me alone in the dark...

Thirteen

In 1977, Minch Point Lighthouse on Skye's most westerly tip was suddenly abandoned by the keeper and his family - no reason ever found. In the decade that followed, it became a haunt for teenagers on the hunt for thrills. Playing Thirteen Ghost Stories, they'd light thirteen candles, blowing one out after every story told until only the darkness remained.

In 1987, following her success working on a case with Sussex Police, twenty-five year old psychic, Ness Patterson, is asked to investigate recent happenings at the lighthouse. Local teen, Ally Dunn, has suffered a breakdown following time spent there and is refusing to speak to anyone. Arriving at her destination on a stormy night, Ness gets a terrifying insight into what the girl experienced.

The case growing ever more sinister, Ness realises: some games should never be played.

Genre: FICTION / Thrillers / Supernatural

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Ghost

Language: English

Keywords: supernatural, supernatural thriller, paranormal, suspense, occult, gothic, thriller, ghost story, ghosts, scotland

Word Count: 59,920

Sales info:

Published in November 2017, Thirteen so far has sold 3,500 ebooks and had 651501 reads in KU. It also sells well in paperback and audio.


Sample text:

Extract from Chapter One

1987

Minch Point Lighthouse on Skye’s most westerly tip – what a place to find yourself during a month as fierce as November. It’s such a beautiful island, so dramatic, with the scenery far exceeding my expectations. When it can be seen, that is.

Right now, the rapidly fading light as well as the lowering clouds have conspired to obscure the mountains to one side and the sea that rages in front. Even the sky looks as if it’s been swallowed up. All I can hear is the slashing rain and the birds that live at the cliff’s edge shrieking in protest – thousands of them, getting as battered as I was.

“We’d better hurry,” my companion shouted, a man a couple of years younger than me, twenty-three to my twenty-five, and a typical rugged Scot: tall – well over six foot, with wild hair that he constantly pushed out of his eyes.


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