A small extract from Magic Molly, The Curse of Cranberry Cottage.
Molly is at the gates of the cottage, at midnight, with Wonky, her ancient old wand…
Molly was transfixed by the beauty of the cottage. She could feel the wand’s uneasiness and knew that she should really make her way back to Aunt Willow’s house, but she found that she couldn’t summon up the will leave such a wonderful place.
Then she saw something move.
She thought she’d imagined it at first. She could easily have been mistaken – It could just be a trick of the light – just a shadow, cast by the moon as it shone across the lead-lined, small-paned window at the front of the house. But then she saw the movement again, in the window on the other side of the porch. Molly narrowed her eyes and peered through the gate.
‘I wish I had some binoculars with me,’ she whispered to herself.
She suddenly found she didn’t need binoculars.
The shadow in the window began to get larger. It started in the small pane at the centre of the window, but grew rapidly until it covered all sixteen panes. Then the shadow began to solidify. Molly’s feet seemed glued to the spot. She tried to drag her eyes away but something more powerful than her own will kept them fixed on the window. The ghostly shape grew lank, white hair, a pair of narrow eyes and a hook of a nose. Then a cruel mouth and a long chin were added to the vision. The window flew open and a thin, sinewy arm stretched out. A long, skinny finger with a twisted, broken fingernail made a beckoning motion. Molly tried to concentrate on her wand, but a voice filled her mind, a cruel voice, an insistent voice that shut out all other thoughts.
‘Come to me,’ it said.