A River Darkly

By: Rob Shelsky

Narrated by: Virtual Voice

A Ghost Story of a different sort--where even ghosts want--no, demand company in their awesome exile and evil loneliness. A River Darkly, a ghost short story. Excerpt: Rain, like a deluge of wet regrets, poured without pause from the murky skies. The huddled woman, a dreary figure, head hidden by a large black scarf, leaned over the stone railing of the little bridge. She sobbed into her cupped hands. There was an insubstantial quality to the weeping woman, a monochromatic vagueness around the edges, as if somehow, she partially merged with her bleak surroundings. She was a gray thing integrating into a grayer world. Adelaide knew this blurring wasn’t due to the cascade of rain, the reduced visibility. The woman was a true phantom. She was a sinister specter haunting a dark river. Worse, she wasn’t the only one. There were those dead children to consider as well...