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Blue Cove

A church ghost must have the perfect setting to haunt in. I knew from my travels to Maine just what I was looking for. So let me introduce you to Blue Cove a beautiful coastal town straight out of my imagination.

Driving slowly down Main Street, beautiful old trees line both sides of the street. Large ceramic pots filled with flowers decorate each corner and are spaced at intervals on the block. The town’s recent renovations brought new facades to many of the buildings adding to the streets overall appeal. Old fashioned lamp posts and the smell of the ocean give it that wonderful New England feel; stunning with the changing colors of fall or a light dusting of snow in the winter.

The Cove Book Store is on Main Street and it’s for sale. It’s not hard to  imagine it with a new name, a period hanging sign and of course, some fresh paint. On the other side of the street is First Community Church, a pristine white building complete with a steeple,  bell, a cemetery  on the property, and the woods beyond. Perfect, I know!

Blue Cove is a short distance off the highway  and has amazing views of the cove. The water often takes on a deep blue hue and the sunsets are spectacular. The town is complete with a seaside village, town square and marina overlooking the cove.  Tranquility, and a slower pace is what Blue Cove advertises. But, times are changing in this community, and things aren’t as they seem.

The birth of my book

I was working quietly at my desk, when a loud commotion in the hall startled me. Before I could get up from my chair to see about it. A young woman breezed through my office door. Her red curly hair sat precariously on top of her head. It wasn’t really up, nor was it down but it was leaning somewhere in between. I had to sit on my hand to keep from reaching over to hold it in place.

“Hey Blondie, are you our new secretary?” Her mouth crinkled at the edge as she smiled at me.

“Yes…” I told her my name, smiling back at her.

“I’m Linda, the custodian.” She plopped down in the chair across from my desk looking over the top of her glasses at me. She grabbed a pop-up from the dispenser, dug her pencil out of her hair and wrote something down. “Did you know we have a church ghost here?”

“No…” I mumbled shaking my head.

“Well, we do, so if you ever see her be sure to let me know. We’re keeping track of the sightings.” She pushed the paper towards me. “You can also tell her. I’ll be back to see you Blondie. I tell you more about her another day.”

“Okay, Red.” It just popped out of mouth, but that is what I would call her from then on.

And that is how the idea for my book was born.