Rebecca & the Spiral Staircase – A short section from her first time adventure, plus a reviews video

If you’re considering reading Rebecca & the Spiral Staircase, the video below highlights just a few of the many 5-star reviews on Amazon.co.uk

In addition, there’s a short section taken from Rebecca’s first adventure into the history of her parent’s 400-year-old estate in the English countryside.

Want to know what lies beyond the spiral stairs then follow the link below.

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And here is the blurb:

Rebecca is far from your average modern-day girl.

She would rather leave her mobile phone indoors and instead sit in the woods sketching imaginary worlds.

Unbeknown to her, she possesses a key that will take her to a world beyond rational thinking.

This unique gift opens a concealed passageway leading throughout the history of her parent’s 400-year-old manor house in the English countryside.

By way of an ancient spiral staircase in a tumbledown summer house, her journey into the past begins.

Ahead of Rebecca lie a number of missions all dependent on her timely intervention. 

The connections she makes will have a significant effect on those she meets.

The further she goes, the more she realises she has one agenda and that is to stop time taking an alternative direction. 

A direction, unless altered that will ultimately have a dire effect on the people closest to her.

It is not until her final journey does she begin to understand her destiny and the significance of her time in the past. 

Here is a short taster from Rebecca’s first adventure.

Heading down the corridor, she took a deep breath and tried the handle.  As usual, there was nothing to encourage her, not even a tiny creak from the door.  For some reason, she’d had an odd feeling it would open today.  Not put off, she took another deep breath and tried again, but still nothing.  She stood back, held the handle, and muttered, ‘come on, Meredith, let me in.’ No sooner the last word had left her lips the handle moved.  She blinked a few times.  Although she knew it was a ridiculous thought, it had almost felt as if someone had opened the door from the other side.  She stood back and pulled the door towards her, not really expecting it to move.  It did budge a tiny amount but still felt locked.  Looking at the doorframe, for the first time, she grinned, noticing it opened inwards.  With one heavy push, the door creaked, opened, and the handle pulled from her grip, seemingly on its own.

Feeling excited, but nonetheless, uneasy, she stared into a dingy room, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness.  Gradually, she focussed on what appeared to be a spiral staircase on the far side.  Tentatively, she made her way over and with barely enough space, eased her way between the wall and a metal bannister.  As she brushed past the rail, a cloud of thick dust filled the air, making it almost impossible to see let alone breathe.  She stood at the bottom of the stairs for a few seconds, regaining her composure.  Peering up into the darkness, she reckoned if nothing else, she might find some more clues upstairs.  With her senses now tingling, she edged up the narrow stairs, until she arrived by a small door set off to the right.  ‘Aha,’ she muttered, remembering her trusty torch attached to the inside of her jacket.  She flicked the switch, and with barely enough room to move, shone it through a tiny window.

Even with her torch on wide-beam, she could see next to nothing.  Well, I’ve come this far she thought and turned the door handle.  Feeling it click once, she gasped as again it pulled from her grip and opened inwards.  Wondering what was going on with the doors, she tried to regain her bearings.  Then to compound her senses further, the torch flickered, and went off, leaving her in total darkness.  As a thousand thoughts raced through her mind, she held the inside of the doorframe, and widened her eyes, trying to focus.  Fumbling in the dark, she shook her torch and flicked the switch several times.  Briefly, it came on shining in her eyes, then just as quickly it went off again.  Unable to see her hand in front of her face, she stuffed the torch in her pocket and tried to readjust to the darkness.  As her eyes came back into focus, she could just make out on the far side of the room what looked like a window frame with a minute speck of light to one side.

She took a step and felt an odd spongy sensation under her foot.  Probing with her foot, she reckoned like everything else in this building that the floor was covered in a thick layer of dust.  With her eyes firmly fixed on the glimmer of light coming from the window, and mindful of the dust-covered floor, she gingerly crept forward.

Standing by the window, still unable to see much, she explored the edge of the frame with her hand.  Coming across what seemed to be heavy velvety material, and guessing it might be a curtain, she reached out to move it.  As she did, an icy chill brushed her left cheek, instantly followed by the door slamming behind her.  Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t move, the cold silence interrupted only by the sound of her pulse pounding in her chest.  With her hands by her side, she closed her eyes and tried to steady her nerves.  Suddenly, she could see light through her closed eyelids.  Frozen to the spot, and with her eyes firmly shut, she heard a female voice that was oddly familiar.

‘Rebecca.’

Panting, she shook her head.

‘Rebecca.’

Who is that calling me?

‘Rebecca.’  The call came again.

It was as if her mum or someone similar sounding was calling from downstairs.  But how can that be, mums at the spa?  Barely able to get the words out, Rebecca called back, ‘M Mum, is that you?’

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