Free The Ghost of Marlow House (Haunting Danielle Book 1) by Anna J. McIntyre, Bobbi Holmes

tried to find out
as much about Frederickport as I could, but never came across your website. And
it wasn’t mentioned on the Chamber of Commerce site, which by the way had very
little historical information.”
    “Oh, the museum doesn’t have a website.
At least not any more.”
    “Really? That surprises me.”
    “Long story. A bit of a falling out
between the volunteer who put together a website and the director at the time.
That was over a year ago. I believe the museum’s board is working on something,
but for now, you won’t find us online.”
    Millie led Danielle to a table at the
rear of the museum. On it were stacks of oversized books, each containing past
issues of the Frederickport Press .
      “I can’t believe Walt Marlow killed
himself,” Danielle said as she sat at the table.
    “Why is that?” Millie sorted through the
books looking for the one holding articles on Walt’s death.
    “I don’t know…just what I’ve heard about
him, I guess.”
    “I’ve read all the articles we have on
the suicide. He and his wife had recently returned from their honeymoon, which
was one reason people were so shocked at the time. Angela Marlow was a
beautiful woman and from all accounts he was madly in love with her. But they
found him hanging in the attic.”
    “The attic?”
    “Yes, the attic at Marlow House.
Whenever I think of it, I can’t help but feel sorry for George Hemming.”
    “George Hemming?” Why does that name
sound familiar?
    “Yes, the man who lived in the house
directly across the street from Marlow House.”
    She must mean the house Ian is renting—I
don’t think the other houses along that side of the street are that old . George Hemming—yes—now I remember--the one Walt said visited him after
Angela left for Portland.
    “The Hemmings family has been in Frederickport
since its founding. George’s daughter, Marie still lives in town. And his
great-grandson. According to the newspaper articles, George got up one morning,
looked out his window, and saw Walt Marlow hanging there in the attic window. 
Chilling. Something like that would give me a heart attack.”
    “And Walt Marlow’s wife?” Danielle
asked. “Was she at home at the time?”
    “Oh no, she was in Portland visiting her
brother when it happened.”
    A bell rang, signifying someone had
walked into the museum.
    “Excuse me dear, I think this is the
book you want.”  Millie slid one of the large books across the table to
Danielle, and then dashed to the front of the museum to welcome the new visitor.
    Not knowing what month the suicide
occurred, Danielle started at the front of the thick book and began thumbing
through its pages. She was tempted to ask Millie what month to look for, but
she could hear more people coming into the museum.
    Letting out a deep sigh, Danielle
thumbed through the book, looking for some mention of Walt Marlow’s death. It
wasn’t until she reached the last newspaper in the book did she find the first
article reporting the suicide.
    The newspaper article supported Millie’s
story. George Hemming had woken up to the gruesome sight of his neighbor
hanging in the attic window across the street. According to the article, Walt Marlow’s
widow had not yet been notified, as she was reportedly visiting her brother in
Portland and they hadn’t been able to contact her. Authorities were quick to suggest
the death a suicide, noting there was no sign of a break in or struggle.
    Danielle closed the book and was about
to reach for another, looking for later articles on the story, when her cellphone
rang.
    “Hi, Lily,” Danielle answered her phone.
    “Danielle where are you?” Lily sounded
frantic.
    “Running errands. What’s wrong?”
    “A water pipe broke in the kitchen and
water is going everywhere!”
    “You need to turn off the water to the
house.” Danielle stood up and grabbed her purse, hurriedly heading to the front
door of the museum while still talking to Lily on the phone.
    When