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Meghan's
Legacy by K. J. Dahlen
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Meghan
thought a house like this one would be out of place in the northern states but
somehow this one wasn’t. This house blended into the landscape without seeming
overly grand. The woods behind the house gave it a natural back drop.
The
papers on the seat next to her proving her ownership labeled the property as
Thorp Manor. The house, its contents, and what most would consider a small
fortune, were now hers. She still couldn’t get used to the idea she owned all
of this. She had checked with the power company and the lights and water had
been turned on the day before her arrival.
A
few days ago on her birthday she’d had a visit from Geoffrey Anderson, attorney
at law. He told her he represented the estate of the late Leon Thorp. Leon
Thorp passed away years ago and left everything in his estate to his
granddaughter Meghan when she reached the age of twenty five. Meghan had lost
both her parents in an explosion when she was three and had lived in this house
for the two years after. She couldn’t remember the accident or her grandfather,
but now, twenty years later she had inherited Leon’s estate.
Unseen
eyes watched her from behind the ragged curtains in an upstairs room as she took
the key from her purse and unlocked the front door. When Meghan stepped over
the threshold and into the foyer of the house, she shivered. She wasn’t sure
why but she had a creepy feeling about being in the house. The air in the house
was musty, and she could tell no one had lived there for a long time. The sun
coming in the doorway revealed small particles of dust flying everywhere.
Leaving the front door open, Meghan walked through the first floor room. Her
footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors as she looked for her first time at her
inheritance. Most of the furniture was draped in dust covers and when she
sneezed, the sound faintly echoed through out the house. She thought she could
hear footsteps above her head. But when she listened, and there were no other
sounds, she dismissed it as part of her imagination.
Meghan
stopped in front of a painting atop the mantle in the main parlor. It was a
portrait of the man whom she assumed was Leon Thorp. He was a handsome man;
tall and broad-shouldered and his bearing was almost one of royalty. He looked
as if he belonged in this big house. Her imagination could see him living the
life of a land baron, overseeing the work hands as they labored in the fields
and then after a hard day, coming home to his wife and children. She shook her
head. Sometimes, she thought her imagination was her worst enemy.
Review
I loved Meghan’s spunkiness and willful refusal to let the
bad guy win yet again. If you like spooky stories, true evil bad guys, and
spunky heroines, you will like Meghan’s Legacy!
Stevi B. for Manic Readers
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