Blue Satin Diary by Melissa Saari

Melissa Saari is nearly done with her Master's Degree in Screenwriting and plans on a long future entertaining readers and moviegoers. Melissa writes in horror, suspense, fantasy, romance, and historical genres, and each book captures her unique viewpoint. When complete, the Satin series will be four unique novels, all connected because they will be ghost stories, but each one will feature fresh characters and chilling new plot twists. The next book in the series is "Green Satin Hat," a chilling ghost story that slips across the genres from ghost story to vampire story without missing a beat.

About the Book

Blue Satin Diary is a chilling tale set in the frozen lands outside Boston, but the tale doesn't end there. Casey Davison is a struggling music teacher, who has trouble paying the bills and taking care of her mother, Victoria, who's wasting away from Alzheimer's in a nursing home. When she learns that her grandmother has just left a house to her, she thinks the lake house in Newton is the answer to her prayers. Instead, she finds a nightmare that's just beginning to unravel.

Digging into the mysteries left behind by her grandmother, Casey finds valuable antiques, but she also finds a mysterious blue satin diary. Opening the cover, Casey is transported to the past, but the past is not always the idyllic wonderland she hoped for. In "Blue Satin Diary," Casey discovers that the past can be even darker than the present.

As Casey explores her dark family history, she finds herself trapped inside the house, stalked by a vengeful ghost that doesn't care who stands in her way.

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Red fire licked the top of the fireplace and the book roared with flames. Oxygen-rich air sucked through the pages from the force of the fire and drove the red flames higher and higher. With small pops, the leather straps inside the bindings broke, and finally the diary crumpled apart.

“That’s it,” said Casey. “I’m getting out of here tomorrow!” She walked back up the stairs, feeling better, and opened the door to the guest room. There in the bedroom, she saw the diary, the same one with the blue satin cover, resting on the bed. It hadn’t even been scorched.

Casey stared in complete horror.

The other things she could explain away, but not this.

An extremely loud slam behind her rattled her senses, and turning around, she found the door shut.

She stood frozen in terror, completely unsure of what to do. Just then, she heard the doorbell ring.

The doorbell echoed through the house, into every empty room, and even through the closed door in front of Casey. She tried to open the door, but the doorknob rattled in her hands and refused to budge. In desperation she ran over to the window.

Looking out, Casey surveyed the frozen landscape outside. A modern, massive Ford pickup sat outside her house, parked in the yard not too far from her own car. The words “Massachusetts Assessor’s Office” were printed in jet black letters that stood out against the boring champagne color that all officials seemed to prefer.

She knew the assessor was still at the front door, because the doorbell rang again. “Help me! Help me!” Casey screamed.

The assessor never moved from the porch. He or she remained an invisible entity under the porch roof as Casey pounded on the window, screaming loudly. Casey was confused as she kept banging on the window. Not even a single crack emerged, and her hands began to hurt. She wrapped her sleeves around her hands and kept pounding frantically.

The Red Satin Shoes by Melissa Saari

Melissa Saari lives by the Columbia River, the river that powers America. Wildfires rage every summer, and the smoke and water mix like a spell. Melissa writes every day, and nothing can distract her from her craft. Her two loving and protective dogs, a pit bull named Marla and a Chow named Leo. Instead of distracting, their antics inspire her to write more books.

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In the vineyards of Sonoma County, young Kim O’Reilly watches as a thunderstorm knocks out power to her house. Going downstairs to fix the power, she discovers a ghost who wants to know what happened to her red satin shoes. The horror only grows deeper when she explores the mystery of the red satin shoes, only to uncover dark family secrets hidden by her ancestors.

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She drew in a breath sharply as the light finally revealed a young girl, about ten she guessed, cowering against the wall, with her head down. 

The girl’s outfit was an old-fashioned skirt with lace frills around the edge, and Kim remembered lace like that on her grandmother’s table. Her grandmother had crocheted it herself: fine, crocheted circles and pineapples and shells. 

“Are you all right?” she asked the girl. 

The girl remained sitting with her head hung low, her mop of red hair obscuring her face. As Kim spoke to her, she began raising her head until her face came into view. Kim screamed in surprise. 

Above the small, dark mouth, the eye sockets ran deep and empty, nothing but blackness behind them, the hollow recesses of the braincase echoing back at her. 

Kim was struck hot with terror at the realization that she was looking at a ghost. She expected this kind of surprise would make her even colder than she was now, but it didn’t. 

Kim felt a strong surge of compassion and pity for this ghost before her. Even though her skin prickled in fear, the deep emotional connection she felt with the spirit overrode her body’s reactions of horror and disgust. After all, hearing about a ghost, and seeing one, were two different things, really. She stood her ground, and then saw the dark mouth open and ask her a question which sent a chill through to her bones. 

“Have you seen my red satin shoes?” 

“You’re dead!” Kim shouted. As the words rushed out her mouth, she felt more alive than she had in years. 

“Have you seen my red satin shoes with the buckles?” 

“What are you talking about?” Kim asked. 

“Have you seen my red satin shoes?” the ghost inquired. 

“I must be losing my mind,” she said, although the ghost didn’t even turn her head at the comment. 

Kim closed her eyes tight and rubbed her fingers against them until beautiful colors formed. Even behind her closed eyelids, she could still feel the girl’s presence. 

“Have you seen my red satin shoes?” the eyeless ghost demanded. 

Kim snapped her eyes open. She was still there, and the eye sockets were still empty dark holes. Kim finally comprehended the ghost wasn’t a hallucination and wasn’t going to go away just because she wished it or rubbed her eyes. 

“I’ve never seen your red satin shoes!” 

She wasn’t sure if the ghost misunderstood her or was simply lost in her own purgatory. “So you have seen my shoes? I knew it, you lying thief! Give them back! Give them back! Give them back!” 

With each repeated command, the ghost’s voice grew fainter and fainter, as if it was being pulled farther and farther away from her. Then the ghost disappeared from sight entirely and the tension in the air eased to a more normal level, as if the ghost had never been there at all.