Purchased yesterday in the honor of the day (All-Saints of N.A). I may not have Halloween anymore as a convert to the East, but in honor of my heritage… American ghost stories are exactly what I needed!
And finished. For any readers of this Substack on the fence—get it! They are, as a rule, fantastic stories (at least one made me tear up due to a sweet ending).
If you bought it from Amazon, consider leaving a review there. A single sentence or word is sufficient. Glad you liked it. I very much enjoyed writing it.
I’ll have to pick up a copy thanks for telling us.I grew up near a lot of old stately Gold Coast Long Island manors(often converted into children’s or medical centers now or hotels).On the beautifully wooded far side of my town that I only knew when I was a child as where medical centers for the elderly,the drably designed high school and the second,much shorter beach was.However as I got older(19,with a few greying hairs already I’m basically a cadaver)I learned far more alluring and simply strange facts about it.There’s a nature preserve filled with abandoned buildings full of colorful and vibrant graffiti art among the lush tress.Next to there is a Holocaust Museum,and a lil down the road from there there’s a Russian embassy(in Manhattan’s)retreat house.And on the other side there a retreat house with a full monastery(eastern catholic Ukrainian iirc).Right in the center of all that there’s the Pratt estate,which is now a hotel.Only after my third visit someone decide to tell me “oh by the way the place is haunted”.It and the nature preserve are commonly regarded as doorways to the other side. It’s such a strange 6 drawn out block,or I should say road area and so wooded that the rest of the petite city of Glen Cove kinda just ignores it all together.But it’s nice too look at on the way to the beach.I often don’t even think of it but hearing what you said about this recalled memories of it.
Purchased yesterday in the honor of the day (All-Saints of N.A). I may not have Halloween anymore as a convert to the East, but in honor of my heritage… American ghost stories are exactly what I needed!
And finished. For any readers of this Substack on the fence—get it! They are, as a rule, fantastic stories (at least one made me tear up due to a sweet ending).
If you bought it from Amazon, consider leaving a review there. A single sentence or word is sufficient. Glad you liked it. I very much enjoyed writing it.
I’ll have to pick up a copy thanks for telling us.I grew up near a lot of old stately Gold Coast Long Island manors(often converted into children’s or medical centers now or hotels).On the beautifully wooded far side of my town that I only knew when I was a child as where medical centers for the elderly,the drably designed high school and the second,much shorter beach was.However as I got older(19,with a few greying hairs already I’m basically a cadaver)I learned far more alluring and simply strange facts about it.There’s a nature preserve filled with abandoned buildings full of colorful and vibrant graffiti art among the lush tress.Next to there is a Holocaust Museum,and a lil down the road from there there’s a Russian embassy(in Manhattan’s)retreat house.And on the other side there a retreat house with a full monastery(eastern catholic Ukrainian iirc).Right in the center of all that there’s the Pratt estate,which is now a hotel.Only after my third visit someone decide to tell me “oh by the way the place is haunted”.It and the nature preserve are commonly regarded as doorways to the other side. It’s such a strange 6 drawn out block,or I should say road area and so wooded that the rest of the petite city of Glen Cove kinda just ignores it all together.But it’s nice too look at on the way to the beach.I often don’t even think of it but hearing what you said about this recalled memories of it.