The Ghost Writer

by Loreth Anne White

“She’s the real deal—a murderess turned authoress who killed two teens and brutally stabbed to death a seven-year-old boy when she was only seventeen. Talk about hashtag-own-voices, this is it. A Gothic horror novelist who writes murder with authority. Because she is one.”

I feel as though he’s some kind of shapeshifting threshold guardian, ferrying me across this channel from the mainland to an unearthly, dark realm on the other side, hidden by mist in the sea.

She’s so dumb

“Before we go further,” I say, “I need to know what happened to your last ghostwriter.” Her mouth flattens. She glances toward the window. Then a slow, sly smile curves her lips. “We were working so well together. We’d gone through key events in my life, right up to the day of the crime.