Of tens of thousands of novels about the supernatural few claim to be based on verifiable events and incidents. However,

THE PHANTOM OF OPHELIA is a true account of what happened at Sunnyside Manor situated in the parklands of Liverpool and Widdecombe Manor located on Dartmoor in Devon of which both are proven haunted.

Michael Walsh, author of The Phantom of Ophelia lived and survived at both haunted residences – and can prove it.

In synopsis, the novelist Julian Fairweather rents the annexe of an early Victorian manor situated in Liverpool’s vast parklands. When he took occupancy, he was blithely unaware of the presence of the earth-bound spirit of Ophelia Napier.

From roommate to bedmate his nymphet dwells in the underground crypt situated beneath his study’s floorboards. Ophelia has a fiendish motive in winning his commitment to her. Will the seductive spirit of an 18th-century shipping baron’s daughter lure the engaging but innocent author to his doom?

The unsuspecting novelist is brought to earth by Penelope Fulbright-Illingsworth. The hauntingly beautiful ex-model and former debutante invites the handsome novelist to seek sanctuary at her husband’s remote manor on Dartmoor.

However, the isolated Widdecombe Manor is also haunted by a spectre far more terrifying than the Phantom of Ophelia. Where will Julian truly find sanctuary with a kindred spirit who has also lived before? Will it be in the arms of Penelope Fulbright-Illingsworth or Ophelia Napier the 18th-century shipowner’s daughter?

The story embraces the reader in a heart-stopping reincarnation of love and lust. All is revealed in this ground-breaking story based on the author’s real-life experiences.

Warning! A respirator or smelling salts are recommended. The author cannot be held responsible for fainting, breathlessness, hysteria or sleepless nights.

EXCERPT: Picking up the house and car keys from the coffee table Julian turned towards the door. As he did so he was startled by the ear-splitting sound of shattered crystal coming from the mansion’s second floor.

Horrified, Julian realized that the tabletop bust of his phantom lover had been hurled to the bathroom floor by the spurned and betrayed Ophelia. Rooted to the spot Julian stood petrified.

After a moment’s silence, he heard in the distance the wailing of a deeply distressed woman.

Unable to move, his heart stood still as the howling alternated between the sounds of an abandoned woman weeping and then ascending into a near-deafening shrieking as a fit of uncontrollable anger was released.

Terrified, he grasped that the laments, the moaning, the sobbing and the whimpering accompanied or interrupted by screams were drawing closer to him. Fighting off panic, Julian found his wits returning.

As he did so the shrieks of the hysterical phantom drew ever nearer. Horror filled the fleeing writer’s face. Julian understood that he was now firmly locked inside the annexe of Sunnyside Manor.

The shrieks and wailing now turned to chuckles and cackling. A mocking laugh brought to his mind how he imagined crowing to sound.

Julian looked around in desperation for an alternative means of escape. There were no sashes on the permanently sealed downstairs windows.

The shrieking seemed to be radiating from the underground crypt where the cadaver of the kidnapped Ophelia Napier had been discovered.

Julian grasped why the mansion’s oaken door refused to open. Someone or something unseen had drawn the heavy bolt back across.

There was nothing new about the heavy iron bolt. It had been on guard duty as long as the door. During his tenancy, Julian had never thought to use the bolt. The secluded location of the annex was crime-free whilst the conventional eye-level modern door lock worked fine.

Quickly stooping to slide the bolt free Julian met an unnerving magnetic-type resistance as he attempted to push it back.

Desperate and distressed by the sounds of the female’s cackles and her mocking catcalls he finally pressed the bolt back sufficiently to release the bolt from its catch. At last, the main door to the villa’s annexe swung open.

Rushing to his car Julian sucked in air as with a shaking hand he inserted and turned his key in the car’s ignition. Moments later, the writer was putting as much time and distance between himself and Sunnyside Manor as he could. PLEASE SHARE OUR BOOKSTORE LINK WITH FRIENDS.

THE PHANTOM OF OPHELIA Michael WalshThe most promising paranormal mystery of the millennia. Drawing on his real-life and location experiences in Liverpool and Dartmoor this romantic-supernatural biography will ravish the reader. A page-turning journey into the supernatural world. LINK TO BOOK THE PHANTOM OF OPHELIA