It’s a miserable day – the wind whistles down the chimney, rain pelts the window pane; it’s a day for the fireside. A typical Irish, February day. In fact, it’s the perfect weather for curling up with one of my next author’s eerie ghost stories. It gives me great pleasure to introduce my good friend and fellow Irish author, Pam Lecky.
Pam Lecky is an Irish historical fiction author, writing crime, mystery, romance and the supernatural. She is a member of the Historical Novel Society and the Society of Authors and has a particular love of the late Victorian era/early 20th Century. Her debut novel, The Bowes Inheritance, was awarded the B.R.A.G Medallion; shortlisted for the Carousel Aware Prize 2016; and long-listed for the Historical Novel Society 2016 Indie Award. Her short stories are available in an anthology, entitled Past Imperfect, whichwas published in April 2018. She is currently working on a Victorian mystery series. Pam is represented by the Hardman & Swainson Literary Agency in London.
Which horror genre do you write in?
I am predominantly a historical fiction writer (crime and mystery), but I love to explore other genres through short stories. Ghost stories are my favourite and if they happen to have a historical setting all the better. I think a short story is the perfect medium for a spooky tale. You can build up the fear level very quickly and keep the suspense building to fever pitch. Someday, however, it is my intention to write a full gothic novel – the trouble is I will probably scare myself in the process. Yes – I’m a total coward!
Name a character in film, book or legend that you wish you had created in your fiction.
Mr Rochester in Jane Eyre. He is such a strong character, striding through his life, seemingly without a care. He is almost scary but as the book progresses you find he has a dark secret which tortures him and the façade he shows the world starts to crumble. The first time I read the book I was enthralled by him. My love of gothic novels began with that book.
What scares you?
The dark – what else! Seriously though, as a child I was terrified there were creatures under the bed and used to run and jump into it, just in case they were tempted to grab me and pull me under. And then when the lights went out, I was afraid the toys would come alive …
Thankfully, the dark doesn’t scare me quite as much nowadays … just don’t test me!
What have you got in the pipeline?
I am currently working on a Victorian Crime series – The Lucy Lawrence Mysteries, which are set in the late Victorian era. The first book, No Stone Unturned, is almost ready for publication.
A suspicious death, stolen gems and an unclaimed reward; who will be the victor in a deadly game of cat and mouse?
London October 1886: Trapped in a troubled marriage and neglected by her husband, Lucy Lawrence is ripe for an adventure. But when she meets the enigmatic Phineas Stone over the body of her husband in the mortuary, her whole world begins to fall apart …
The second book, Footprints in The Sand, is set a year later in Egypt. Lucy is persuaded to fund a French Egyptologist but soon finds herself embroiled in a murder case and the notorious black market in antiquities.
I have some ideas brewing for at least another two books in this series. After that, I quite fancy some 1920s crime!
Here is a short extract from The Lighthouse Keeper, my first and probably my favourite short ghost story.
She lay rigid, her heart thumping. There it was again; a cranking sound, followed by footsteps on the floor above. The bedroom was almost in complete darkness but for the twisted shadow of the metal steps visible on the far wall. Alex must have left the light on downstairs in the sitting room. She groped for her phone on the locker. It was ten past two. She felt the sheet on the other side of the bed. It was cold. What on earth was he doing up in the lamp room?
A loud snore broke the silence, but it came from the sitting room. That didn’t make any sense. Was she half asleep and dreaming the rest? When she found the switch for the bedside lamp, she flicked it on. She pushed back the duvet and gasped when her foot touched the icy floorboard. Grabbing her jumper, she pulled it over her head and went halfway down the steps into the sitting room. Sure enough, he was sound asleep where she had left him, a throw half covering his slumbering form. It seemed cruel to wake him. She went back upstairs, disgruntled, and jumped under the duvet, jumper and all. She couldn’t stop shaking. Her imagination was playing tricks. Strange place, strange bed – that would account for it. For all of it.
Here is an extract from Mayday a short paranormal tale about The Lusitania which was sunk by a German U-Boat off the south Irish coast in 1915.
The water was deep and cold. Unseen hands were dragging him down into the darkness. Above him, macabre figures were flailing about in the water hindered by their clothes. He could make out suitcases, deckchairs and other things drifting around. Fighting towards the light he gasped for air as soon as he broke the surface. And all around him, people were moaning; the most dreadful of sounds. Soon the cold seeped into his muscles and made his limbs ache. Gradually, everyone stopped thrashing about. There was only the low moaning and the blank white faces of the dead suspended in the water.
He woke with a shudder, his mind humming with fear. After a few deep breaths the panic faded, but he was left feeling anxious. But it was the echo of one voice that disturbed him the most. Valentine shook his head as if to see more clearly; he didn’t want her image to fade. The young woman had been quite beautiful, her pale face set off by a fine pair of green eyes and curls of chestnut hair. She was in trouble, this young woman, and she had pleaded with him for help. Ridiculous! He didn’t even know who she was or where she was. With trembling fingers, he pulled out his watch. Half-past two. Damn! He’d have to hurry back to work.
Buy Link: Mayday
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