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Midnight Sailing — Susan Hufford
The Ghost Ship.
The Annabel Lee seemed a ghost out of the past, the weird fancy of a millionaire who wanted to build a modern cruise ship along the lines of a great Victorian ocean vessel. From the moment pretty young Hilda Hughes stepped aboard, she felt as if she were entering another world, a world that made her tremble with a nameless dread even as she thrilled to the luxury around her.
But little did Hilda suspect that this heavenly holiday soon would become an infernal nightmare. For this ghost ship was haunted by another kind of specter from the past, Hilda's past. A man Hilda both loved and hated, a man Hilda was sure was dead, was reaching out from beyond the grave to chill her with horror, threaten her with madness, and claim her as his companion in Hell...
The Annabel Lee seemed a ghost out of the past, the weird fancy of a millionaire who wanted to build a modern cruise ship along the lines of a great Victorian ocean vessel. From the moment pretty young Hilda Hughes stepped aboard, she felt as if she were entering another world, a world that made her tremble with a nameless dread even as she thrilled to the luxury around her.
But little did Hilda suspect that this heavenly holiday soon would become an infernal nightmare. For this ghost ship was haunted by another kind of specter from the past, Hilda's past. A man Hilda both loved and hated, a man Hilda was sure was dead, was reaching out from beyond the grave to chill her with horror, threaten her with madness, and claim her as his companion in Hell...