Listen here is a secret that was made known to me, it was but the breath of a whisper overheard. It was the hour when night visions breed disquiet, as men lie chained by sleep, fear took hold of me, a fit of trembling that thrilled my whole frame and made every hair bristle. All at once a spirit came beside me and stopped there it stood, no face I knew, yet I could see the form of it and catch its voice, light as a rustling breeze.
About the Author
Christina de Mello is an Anglo Indian who was born in 1953 at Lucknow. She is well travelled and has visited several countries. This is her first attempt at writing.