Tales from the Beach Cottage (Paperback, illustrated edition)

My family had one of the fi rst houses in the Sandbridge section of Virginia Beach, Virginia. It was not on the ocean, but it was close enough so that at night, the best time for storytelling, we could hear the waves breaking against the beach, and the wind whistling around the house. When the other grown-ups were reading or playing cards, Lee, Dale, and I would sit beside Grandmother and listen to one or more of her ghost stories. With the sounds of the waves breaking and the wind sighing, and with few lights from other houses so that the night was very dark, we would get as close to her as we could and try not to look toward one of the windows where, we were certain, we might see a ghostly face looking in. The stories that follow are ones which were told to us during those summers, by our much-loved grandmother.