The Visitor: A Whisper Series story

By Michael Bray

The Whisper series continues in this series of standalone stories.
THE VISITOR
tells the story of Hope House in the spring of 1962. Frederick and Joan Mirfield have purchased the house in order to enjoy the peace of retirement in solitude. When Frederick encounters a delirious and wounded man when walking in the woods, he helps him back to Hope House and the couple nurse him back to health.
They soon realise, however, that there is more to the man than meets the eye, and as the evil embedded in the walls of the property begins to stir and exert its influence, it will take control of all three lives with devastating and brutal results.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Bray
• Release date: Feb 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311454485

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HOPE HOUSE CHRONICLES VOLUME ONE:

THE VISITOR

Michael Bray

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SMASHWORDS EDITION

EDWARD & JOAN MIRFIELD

1955 – 1962

ONE

October 7th, 1962

As soon as they saw it, the Mirfields knew Hope House was where they wanted to live. They were certain they would never be able to locate a property with the right combination of the solitude they craved and the oneness with nature they craved. Some of the homes they viewed had combinations of one or the other, but only Hope House had possessed both. When they had first viewed it, both of them instantly fell in love with the unique styling, the way it was almost like a secret buried in the depths of Oakwell forest, its white walls standing out in beautiful contrast against the surrounding greens and browns around it. There was no question of them not making an offer. The house was the perfect place they had been searching for to spend their retirement.

Both in their fifties, the Mirfields were ready to reap the rewards of the work they had done. Edward had spent his career working on the docks, moving crates and shipments. Over the years, he had worked his way up to supervisor, which meant more money and less physical labour. He had saved carefully, ensuring that when the time came to move on and retire, the financial backing was there. In the winter of ‘54, the time had come. He had decided that he had seen enough of dirty dockyards, and heard too much foul-mouthed chatter from the young men who worked under him doing the same physical tasks he had himself spent so long performing. Although