A collection of spooky tales to invade the mind and explore the legend of the Ghost of The Pannell Witch.
Each story in this collection takes the reader on a deep dive into one of the many versions of the legend of Mary Pannell, who was executed for witchcraft in the small town of Kippax, West Yorkshire, in 1603. Her ghost is said to haunt the woods on the hill that to this day bear her name.
Was she the town’s wise woman, providing herbal remedies to its residents? Like many women executed for witchcraft in the 17th century, she may have been betrayed by her own friends and neighbours. But even in death, perhaps she continued to help those who needed it.
Perhaps she targeted by her local community because of her sexuality. What if her ghost takes it on herself to look out for the queer residents of Kippax?
Or is her story a darker one? Some say that whoever sees the ghost of Mary Pannell will soon have a death in the family. That Mary takes out her revenge on the young sons of Kippax. When one determined mother, who has lost everything, decides to fight back, can she manage to save the town?
The book has only just come out so hasn't sold too many yet, but the other books in the series have sold a couple of thousand copies and there is lots of interest in this one! It reached number 12 in the Amazon charts in the Celtic, English & Welsh category on the second day it was on sale.
Please note this book has already been translated into Spanish, apologies I'm not sure how to change the profile to reflect this!Kathy made her way along the path in the low light of early evening, wrapping her cardigan tightly around her. She huffed as her son jumped into a particularly deep puddle. ‘Leo!’ she called. Muddy splatters dirtied his white t-shirt.
But he didn’t take the time to glance back at his mum, apparently too excited at the prospect of finding even deeper puddles to splash in.
‘He’s a nightmare,’ Kathy sighed. It was windy, and her normally perfect hair was blowing about in front of her face. She grabbed the hair clip she always kept in the front pocket of her handbag and twirled her perfectly coiffed blonde hair into its grip. ‘And what is with the weather today?’
Eve was less concerned with keeping her hair neat, and simply let it fly wildly about. She grinned, nodding at her own son, who appeared to be nervously watching Leo. ‘Ah, it’s cute. And look—I think Noah wants to play, too.’
