**A horror short story from #1 bestseller, Paul Finch. Part of the Dark Winter Tales series: unputdownable reads for cold winter nights…**Do you believe in ghosts? Well you soon might…The Old Rectory on the Gower Peninsula is said to be haunted – and a group of students decide to find out for themselves whether there’s any truth in the tale.The only way to get to the bottom of the mystery is to enter the Rectory themselves. In the dark and gloom, they enter one by one, and must all find their own way out – the only rule being that they mustn’t look behind them…As the nights draw in, get hooked on this dark and suspenseful short story – the perfect read for fans of Mark Edwards and Peter James.
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Paul Finch. What’s Behind You
What’s Behind You. Paul Finch
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Heck needs to watch his back.Because someone’s watching him …
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It amazes me now, but at the time so many people took his presence on the faculty for granted, and yet he was a hugely successful artist, who had already produced an extensive and exquisite body of work. To this day, fifteen of his paintings are in the permanent collection at the Tate. He’d only come north because he found the industrial landscapes an inspiration, much as he had done during his youth in his native South Wales. He was an excellent tutor, not just a good communicator but very thoughtful of his students. He was also a little set in his ways. He lived in a rural bungalow at the end of a rutted farm track, which you’d have been lucky to get a car along. This didn’t trouble him as he didn’t drive. He preferred to cycle everywhere, though this was less to do with physical fitness and more to do with his being a technophobe. He had no television or radio, though back in 1960 that wouldn’t have been quite as startling as it would now.
His wife was significantly younger than he was, fair-haired and very pretty. Her name was Prunella. I understood that he’d first met her when she was modelling for him. We often used to nudge each other and express hope that she might someday come in and pose for us, but no such luck I’m afraid. Anyway, it was the end of the summer term that year, and at his own expense, Sir James had arranged for our class – seven of us in total – to travel down to the Gower Peninsula in South Wales, room in a comfortable boarding house at Rhossili Bay and take advantage of the wonderful summer light they get in that part of the world. Cornwall is very popular with painters because it boasts this incredible natural light, not to mention its epic seascapes and stunning coastal scenery. But the Gower boasts similar if not better, and is far less expensive.
