Shadow of Evil — Lise Blanchet

Julia's hand flew to her mouth

With all her will she stifled the scream rising in her throat. Surely it was impossible -- there in the courtyard was the ghost of Whitfield Hall!

Julia had no idea how long she stood at her window, unable to move, every inch of her spine tingling in fear. Below her, the apparition remained as motionless as she did.

"Who are you?" Julia cried at last. "Who are you and what do you want from me?"