The Silvering: Strange Days

By BJ Edwards

Paranormal researchers visit Mrs. Thackery, a widow who lives in a house by the river. The researchers soon discover that the phenomena of The Silvering is real – spirits who want to avenge slavery and repression perpetrated by the Thackeries in the 19th century.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Monolith
• Release date: Jul 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201279912

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Curtains drawn against the night, lamps lit against the dark, fire burning against the cold. They sat around the rich mahogany table, sceptical, nervous and excited. Outside, the wind shook the shutters, the timber of the old house moaned and the trees swayed drunkenly, branches whipping and breaking. The nearby river sounded like the sea, fast-flowing, angry and dangerous. 

Ms Thackery, the man said, eyes huge behind his spectacles. You mention something about the silvering, can you elaborate? The amateur researcher asked, notepad at his elbow.

The silvering whispers that come from the shadows, Ms Thackery began, gold crucifix glinting around her neck. They will come, it will all make sense. The man's younger colleague sighed and sipped his coffee.

Mrs Thackery, I am sorry to press you but we've come a long way, and whilst we are amateurs we-

Don't want your time wasted. Agnes Thackery finished for him.

Yes. Steven Hickish gulped and then tried his most winning smile. Unfortunately for him the effect was lost because of the number of chocolate biscuits he had eaten.

My dear, this evening will not be disappointing I can assure you.

When? Steven pushed.

What my colleague is wondering, Vincent Moore cut in, diplomacy victorious over youthful impatience. Is that we have come here in good faith but we have yet to see the evidence of your claims. His smile was

More genuine, his face more open than his younger counterpart, who sat back in his chair and sulkily nibbled a hob-nob.

You will. When the calendar changes things will happen, I promise you I will tell you all about it very soon.

But it's 2009, not 1999, what do you mean? Steven asked, drumming his fingers on the table. Mrs Thackery smiled.

Now, would anybody like some fruit cake? The men exchanged glances and nodded.

"Mrs Thackery, you