A Haunted Amish Heart

By Monica Marks

 Irene has inherited the property of her Amish friend, Hannah..But as things are being remodeled and repaired...the skeletal remains of a man who disappeared decades ago are found on the property. 
The police suspect the previous owner of the home but Irene is adamant that her friend would never do should a thing...
Yet even as denied it, Irene remembered the letter that Hannah had left for her. 
What was it she had said? 
"I have bequeathed the house to you because I know that whatever you might learn about me, you will always remember the little girl who chased you through the Schmidt fields and carried you home when you twisted your ankle. Please recall her if you should ever find yourself questioning who I might be."
Suddenly, Irene worried what it was she might find out about her one beloved friend.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trellis Publishing
• Release date: Jul 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201611156

Book preview

The mourning doves plaintive coos filled the air as Irene sat in the garden, sipping her kaffi and staring at the pale light of morning with a certain unease.

She knew she only had a few moments of peace before the rest of the household rose and instead of enjoying it, she was fretting about what mood she might find her daughter-in-law in or how incorrigible the children might be that day.

Guilt flooded her and Irene gritted her teeth together, closing a winkled hand around the ceramic mug. She knew she shouldn’t be so ungrateful. After all, Joseph was all she had left now that Edith had moved out of the district and Mark had passed.

Still, she knew her presence was causing undue stress upon the family and the feeling was more than mutual.

"Lizzie will come around, Mammi, her son had assured her time and again. She is just taking some time to adjust to such a full house."

But the weeks had turned to months and now, a year later, Irene remained entangled in a terse family situation, one which she wouldn’t easily escape.

"Grossmammi!" Eli screamed, barreling out of the house and throwing himself unceremoniously at his grandmother. Irene forced a smile on her face and embraced the boy. She knew it wasn’t his fault he lacked control but that didn’t make his weight any less painful against her ageing bones.

He wasn’t a child anymore, after all. The boy was almost thirteen and weighed almost as much as his father.

"Guder mariye, Eli, Irene said calmly, setting the child off her lap. How did you sleep?"

He grunted slightly and shook his head but before he could respond, his younger sister appeared and scowled.

Breakfast isn’t ready, Ivy complained, folding her arms against the material of her nightclothes. Her long