Thursday, October 16, 2014

The Ghost in the Closet by M.K. Theodoratus [Blurb Blitz & Giveaway]

The Ghost in the Closet
by M.K. Theodoratus



Some say the ability to see ghosts is a gift, but after losing her job, Dumdie Swartz  says, “Hogwash”.

Since she was a child, Dumdie has seen ghosts and has developed several quirks to cover the fact so she wouldn’t need to explain herself or be exploited. When her boss witnesses several of these occasions, he fires her, thinking that she suffers from a mental issue that could be a liability to his business.

Without a job and money, Dumdie becomes just another old, homeless woman living out of her car. As winter approaches, her luck changes, and she secures a private room in a homeless shelter, but it isn’t as private as she thinks. The ghost of the former owner of shelter haunts the room where she died, searching for the misplaced will that guarantees the shelter would continue to exist as she so desired.

Dumdie must make a decision. Does she continue to hide her gift in fear of upsetting people or appearing insane? Does she go out on a limb and try to save the shelter, the room they have given her, and herself in the process.



With a shudder, Dumdie walked the four paces again, only to push against a wall of invisible ice. She shuddered. Living in the woman’s shelter might prove worse than sleeping in her minivan in the strip mall parking lot.

Luck of the draw or just more plain damn bad luck? Or, am I here for a purpose?

In Dumdie’s past experience, all were possibilities.

A knock interrupted her thoughts, and Hanna peered around the door before she responded. Her round face, topped with hacked-at dark curls, showed she was much to young too collect Social Security. Light danced in her black button eyes. Dumdie stood with her hands clasped in front of her, tall and dour where Hanna beamed with good cheer.

“Gruesome, isn’t it?”
“Looks to me like you’re already in.” Dumdie’s voice kept its monotone in spite of her stiff smile.

“Shit, those stairs’re a long climb up. Like to be the death of me.” Her dark curls bounced as she talked. “But I think we’ll like being up on the third floor by ourselves. Look at that view across the lawn and down to the river. It’s almost worth all the dumb speeches we had to listen to!”

Turning her back on the sparsely furnished room, Dumdie stared out the attic window next to the nook opening at the sparkling snow. She rubbed her arms again.
Hanna said, “This room feels colder than the outside. Mine didn’t feel this bad. Guess you could haunt the TV room if you can’t get warm.”

Dumdie heaved a sigh. Wished she dare say preferred the strip mail parking lot, but the cops would be patrolling for vagrants after they learned they were sleeping in their


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Hooked by comic books at an early age, M. K. Theodoratus’ fascination with fantasy solidified when she discovered the Oz books by L. Frank Baum with his strong female characters. She has traveled through many fantasy worlds since then. When she's not reading about other writer's worlds, she's creating her own. Most of her tales are set in the Far Isles where she explores the political effects of genetic drift on a mixed elf human population. She also writes about gargoyles, magic, ghosts and other magical beings.

A sixth grade English assignment started her writing. The teacher assigned a short story. Theodoratus gave her an incomplete, 25-page Nancy Drew pastiche which turned into a full novel by the next summer. She’s been writing happily ever after ever since in two different alternative worlds – that of the Far Isles Half-Elven and in Andor where humans fight demons in many forms.

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  1. I liked the excerpt but I honestly REALLY love the background theme and color PURPLE is awesome!