Author: Sahil Sharma

Publisher: Booksclinic Publishing

Published: 2021-08-09

Total Pages: 123

ISBN-13: 9390655900

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"The sound was clearly that of water trickling; and I set it down to rain. A shower (I told myself) had filled the water pipes which drained the roof. Somehow, I could not fix the sound. There was a water pipe against the wall just outside the window. I rose and drew up the blind. To my astonishment no rain was falling; no rain had fallen. I felt the slate window still, some dew had gathered there— no more. There was no wind, no cloud: cloud only a still moon high over the Shimla Hills. I went back to bed and listened again. Yes, the trickling sound continued, quite distinct in the silence of house, not to be confused for a moment with the dull murmur of the pine trees. After a while it began to grate on my nerves. I caught up my candle, flung my dressing -gown about me, and stole softly downstairs. Despite the chilliness of the night there was something in the air. I jogged along the walk to the driveway and stepped around to the driver’s side. “Go ahead,” I felt a strange sensation. The echoes of his voice died away slowly all over the car. With thrilling twists and turns, read the story for some spine-chilling adventures with the spirits of Shimla. Here is a book that dims the light around you... that carries you relentlessly into the centre of its spell. A book that will make you afraid again... almost too afraid to go on... and yet powerless to stop. Get ready to be spooked!"

Download or read book Charleville Mansion written by Sahil Sharma and published by Booksclinic Publishing. This book was released on 2021-08-09 with total page 123 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: "The sound was clearly that of water trickling; and I set it down to rain. A shower (I told myself) had filled the water pipes which drained the roof. Somehow, I could not fix the sound. There was a water pipe against the wall just outside the window. I rose and drew up the blind. To my astonishment no rain was falling; no rain had fallen. I felt the slate window still, some dew had gathered there— no more. There was no wind, no cloud: cloud only a still moon high over the Shimla Hills. I went back to bed and listened again. Yes, the trickling sound continued, quite distinct in the silence of house, not to be confused for a moment with the dull murmur of the pine trees. After a while it began to grate on my nerves. I caught up my candle, flung my dressing -gown about me, and stole softly downstairs. Despite the chilliness of the night there was something in the air. I jogged along the walk to the driveway and stepped around to the driver’s side. “Go ahead,” I felt a strange sensation. The echoes of his voice died away slowly all over the car. With thrilling twists and turns, read the story for some spine-chilling adventures with the spirits of Shimla. Here is a book that dims the light around you... that carries you relentlessly into the centre of its spell. A book that will make you afraid again... almost too afraid to go on... and yet powerless to stop. Get ready to be spooked!"