A woman becomes intrigued by a brooding figure in one of her poems in this short story from Lori R. Lopez, author of THE DARK MISTER SNARK, ODDS AND ENDS, DARKVERSE: THE SHADOW HOURS . . . Maud believes she sees the elusive presence everywhere she goes. Is she going mad or is a wraith truly stalking her? Find out the twisted truth in an eerie tale that begins and ends with the haunting verse from which the phantom emerged. In "shades" of Gothic Romance and brooding Poe-etic atmosphere, her obsession will lead a woman to the very edge. Maud no longer can be sure what is real and what is fantasy after following and being followed by the ghostly man she has fallen for: a dark presence born of rhyme without reason. Why does he appear? What does he want with her? Days are given to wondering, unable to think of anything else as she attempts to unravel the mystery surrounding him. Is he a dream come true or a nightmare? "The Wraith" can also be found in THE MACABRE MIND OF LORI R. LOPEZ: THIRTEEN TORMENTOUS TALES.
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About the Author
Ghost Stories are a favorite genre for Lori R. Lopez. A number of her poems feature the Spirit World, as do prose tales of various lengths that have poured out of her brain onto the page. The question is, was it Lori or some ghost writing them? At times she has felt as if they came from the ether, mysteriously inspired, although she toiled upon them word by word. She was physically aware of the process, yet perhaps she had been seized in the thrall of a deceased aspiring author living out her or his dream from beyond the grave! Anything is possible within the spooky realm of creative fabric that Lori inhabits. She tries to keep an open mind about such things. It is therefore possible that otherworldly inklings might fall into her frothy bubbling “crackpot” now and then. Only a séance will answer these questions for certain . . . Lori has visited haunted sites including graveyards through the years. She thrills to old abandoned buildings, foggy nights, rainy days, creaking doors, dark birds, eerie organ music, a lovely gloom-filled atmosphere. That is where she feels at home. While she is not a Goth, Wiccan, Witch, Steampunker, Heavy Metal musician, or Undertaker, maybe she is a bit of a wraith herself. Or perhaps she is just her. Some readers may wonder if THE WRAITH started as a poem or short story. Lori can unequivocally state that it was a combination of the two, more or less. A simultaneous mental lightning-strike snakebite sort of experience. The type that will leave her hat singed, her skin ashen, and smoke trailing from both ears. All in a day’s work for an author with a macabre mind!