Kooky Relatives

Welcome to Tuesday Blog Share. Today, we’re talking about kooky relatives. We all endure them at family gatherings or in public, where they usually do their best to embarrass us. What if a relative doing all this to you can’t be seen by anyone else? What if that person vanished years ago, after awful things happened? What if this kooky relative is back, to force the truth to come out? Would you put up with their presence… as a ghost?


Everyone pays for the mistakes of their family, but for Ciara Tressa Lafferty, that particular mistake happened almost sixty years ago, and nobody will forget it. She's constantly compared to her great aunt, and even worse, she looks like the woman.

A senior in high school with a great future ahead of her, Ciara has no clue what this Halloween holds for her. That it's the anniversary her great aunt’s disappearance is just one more annoyance as she discovers her boyfriend's great grandfather refuses to let her move on with her own life. Then Ciara finds herself thrust in a nebulous existence within her own body when Tressa Anne Lafferty, her great aunt, possesses her. Ciara tries to break free, but Tressa refuses to release her until Ciara discovers the secret hidden within the charred remains of McLaren House--a revelation which will rock the whole town.


The sense of time gathers speed. For so long, she dwelled in limbo, awaiting the moment when she would reunite with him. He brings conflicting emotions. Tressa loved him, yet he killed her. Logic dictates that she must hate him.

Her death came about not because he loved her, but because he had to hide his acts, what he had done to ruin his family name.

Duke Turkin was incapable of caring about anyone but himself. The only things he really loved were power and money.

"It's time, Duke," Tressa whispered into the humid, velvety night air. "Can you feel it? I'll make sure that you don't escape me this time. We're destined to spend eternity together."

1955, the year that she died, has long since vanished into the mists of time, along with the innocence of that time, but that innocence was a façade .They hid from the ugliness of the world, but what was done in the days leading up to All Hallows Eve was about to re-emerge. Tressa had awakened, and she was bent on revenge, no matter the cost, no matter who she used.

Her spirit examined what she could sense.

Duke's power in Landry, Georgia had slipped. Most of the town viewed him as an archaic has-been, part of a past the South was trying to forget. The two she had predicted would bring him down were ready to do their duty.

I can't leave things to chance. I must manipulate this, in order to best my true love forever.

"The curse," she said as her spirit gathered strength. "It's coming true."

About the K.C. Sprayberry

Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.

She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Those who know her best will tell you that nothing is safe or sacred when she is observing real life. In fact, she considers any situation she witnesses as fair game when plotting a new story.

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Martin Kloess said…
Kooky relatives... that's my whole family

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