Spirits: A Haunting Love Story

By Mark Leslie

"People who haven't died can still leave their spirit in a place."

Sally's words effectively set the tone for "Spirits" which is part ghost story, part mystery and partly about the undying passion that can bind two souls.

Fascinated by the ghostly crying of The Phoenix Baby which haunts a repertory theatre house, Sally and Rob begin to unravel the mystery behind the eerie occurrences, while learning about the undying passion that can bind two people together or a person to a place.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Leslie
• Release date: May 29, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458173010

Mark Leslie

Mark Leslie is a writer of "Twilight Zone" or "Black Mirror" style speculative fiction. He lives in Southwestern Ontario and is sometimes seen traveling to book events with his life-sized skeleton companion, Barnaby Bones. When he is not writing, or reading, Mark can be found haunting bookstores, libraries or local craft beer establishments.

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Spirits

By Mark Leslie

Stark Publishing

June 2011

Spirits Copyright ©2011 Mark Leslie Lefebvre

Smashwords Edition ©2011 by Mark Leslie Lefebvre

eISBN: 978-1-4658-5782-8

The characters and events portrayed in this collection are fictitious.  Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author

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Spirits (The Short Story)

The History and Writing of Spirits

The Origin of Spirits

The Genre of Spirits

The Digital Release

About the Author

For Chris, who inspired me

Spirits

Sitting here on the bus stop bench is startlingly comfortable, even though the sheets of misty rain have already cut through my jacket, plastering my shirt to my skin.

The cold dampness doesn’t bother me.

Because my mind is otherwise occupied.

By thoughts of Sally.

I haven’t thought about her in years; ever since I left Ottawa, actually. But now that I’m back, back here, especially, the vacant lot across from where I’m sitting –- the lot where the old Phoenix movie theatre used to stand –- stares back at me and reminds me of her.

Reminds me of that night.

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Do you believe in spirits? Sally asked, the flashlight throwing long shadows up her face.

You mean ghosts? Rob admired how her features could still seem attractive even in such an eerie light.

No, Sally said, her face disappearing as the flashlight clicked off. He heard the echoes of her movements in the large empty theatre. The complete darkness, coupled with the serious tone in her voice, was suddenly unsettling. Not ghosts. Spirits.

There’s a difference?

Uhuh, Something touched his hand in the darkness. At first he flinched and tried to pull away. Then he realized it was Sally’s hand.

He squeezed.

She squeezed back.

He let out a deep breath. For a moment he