MARIE O'REGAN is an award-winning, #1 bestselling author and editor. She is the co-editor of anthologies including the bestselling Hellbound Hearts, Cursed, Twice Cursed and The Other Side of Never, and the author of books including Mirror Mere, Bleed for Me and the internationally bestselling novel Celeste. She is also Managing Editor of PS Publishing's novella imprint, Absinthe Books. See more at https://marieoregan.net

The Last Ghost and Other Stories by Marie O’Regan

The Last Ghost And Other Stories is the latest collection from Marie O'Regan. Here you will find "The Last Ghost", a young girl's tale of loss; "In The Howling of the Wind", a small boy waiting for his parents in a house suddenly grown strange; "Someone To Watch Over You", the story of a protective phantom; "The Cradle in the Corner", a slightly different haunting; "Play Time", a cautionary tale on the dangers of playing out alone at night; "Sleeping Black", a tale of vengeful spirits awoken by a house's new tenants, and "Suicide Bridge", a love story with a difference.

CURATOR'S NOTE

An indispensable collection of ghost stories! – Lavie Tidhar

 

REVIEWS

  • "Ghost stories are dead, once said a critic. I disagree. Ghosts are alive and well in books like The Last Ghost and Other Stories. I recommend you give it a read. Before it's too late."

    – Cemetery Dance

  • "An outstanding collection of creepy, ghostly tales… Vengeful ghosts that are found in children's playgrounds, guardian spirits at a tube station, haunted nurseries, and my very favourite The last Ghost can all be found in this collection. A must buy for anyone who loves horror. 5*"

    – Amazon reader

  • "In the tradition of M.R. James and E. Nesbit, Marie O'Regan's ghost stories send chills down your spine."

    – Angela Slatter, author ofThe Sourdough Bible,The Bone Lantern
 

BOOK PREVIEW

Excerpt

In her dreams, Lainey loved to run and play. Even though she was fifteen (almost sixteen), and too old really for such things, when she was asleep she went right back to childhood – enjoying games of 'fetch' with Buster, her dog; or Frisbee on the beach with her parents, laughing when they ran out of breath and persuaded her to stop long enough to go for an ice cream, long before there was any chance she'd do the same. As she grew older they'd stayed closer to home as travel grew more dangerous, but these were among some of her most precious memories – times she liked to revisit often.

In her dreams, Lainey was whole. Her skin was bright and clear, untouched by any blemish, her smile bright, white, as the breeze pushed her flaxen hair back off her face and the sun shining in the clear blue sky warmed her skin and coaxed freckles into being. She liked to laugh, when she was asleep. She liked to laugh because, on some level, even when asleep, she knew when she woke she'd have forgotten how.