A note from the author’s desk

Hope the old cliche, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” is true for you who inspired me to continue penning mysteries after reading Unsuspecting Prey and Mirror, Mirror. And, indeed, I took your advice. Several new mysteries have been written, but I have, unfortunately, found it necessary to chart a totally new course (with my exceptionally talented four-legged staff, of course). As I’m sure you are aware, altering ones course is inordinately time consuming.


Prior to setting out on our new course, my staff and I felt it necessary to take an extended sabbatical to lay out our plans for the future hoping to avoid the pit falls we were prey to previously. We are now doing diligence to get back on track though none can predict exactly how long it will take to reappear. I am hopeful the old cliche, “Anything worth having, is worth waiting for.” is found in your repertoire as well.


Though I do not know many of you personally who have read my work, please know that you are considered my friend for I have shared a part of me that I hold very near. My gift to pique your interest, capture your imagination and carry you along, with me, on a mysteriously suspenseful journey.


My best to you always.




Welcome to my website and thanks for stopping by for a visit! For those mystery lovers of all ilks, I offer you a mystery at its very best – southern mystery. Born and reared in the south, I have a unique perspective of our history, our culture, our traditions, and our love for good ol’ down-home mystery as only one who has lived it can write it. Please enjoy reading my work as much as I have enjoyed creating and presenting it to you.


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THE HAUNTING OF GALVESTON ISLAND - The second of five installments;
By Margie Myers, author of Unsuspecting Prey and Mirror, Mirror.

When crisp leaves of red and gold take flight to the sky and a nip is in the air,
Mother Nature is heralding the arrival of Fall. For many Fall is their favorite season of all, cool and colorful, a welcome change from the intense heat and humidity of summer, but for those living near the sea, the arrival of Fall is an ominous reminder. It is the season of the year notorious for spawning hurricanes. A perfectly calm day can turn tyrannical within a matter of hours.

I am no stranger to hurricanes having been raised in the coastal region of southeastern North Carolina where hurricanes are a common occurrence. Word of a hurricane having even the slightest potential of making landfall near Wilmington, the port city closest to my hometown, was taken very seriously.

No one I knew took hurricanes lightly. No one I knew decided to remain aloof and attempt “sitting it out”. Far too many times, from afar, we’d witnessed, first hand, their all encompassing potential for devastation. We’d become experts at steering clear of their intended path. When warned of their imminent arrival we “battened down the hatches” and took cover any place available. No one was a match for the outbursts of Mother Nature and it was pure folly to assume otherwise.

So….. what occurred on Sept. 8, 1900 when thousands of Galveston Island residents and tourists alike, after being warned to move to higher ground, stayed put.

“We’ll ride it out.“ They said one to another. “We’ve done it before; we’ll do it again.”


The death toll on this island when The Great Storm hit was unprecedented in the annals of meteorological history.

The beach was littered with thousands of bodies so many that conventional burials were impossible. A great number of corpses were weighted down, loaded on barges and dumped at sea only to wash up on shore, days later, one by one, in varying states of decomposition. Many of those who perished were buried where they lay only a few feet under the sand.
And it is for these reasons that my friend is unable, even today, to stroll along the strand of Galveston Island. She has repeatedly read, in depth, the reports from Sept. 8 1900. Studied them to the point of distraction. And, therein, lies the problem.

She is convinced the spirits of the deceased remain on the island. She points to the many paranormal events which have occurred on the island in the past and are still occurring today as evidence.

Her most paralyzing fear on the entire island is based on reports that a Catholic orphanage, where scores of children and nuns perished as the storm razed the structure where they were housed is the exact spot where the Hotel Galvez was constructed. For that reason, she believes the hotel served as a magnet for tragedy and the haunting that followed.

Come along with my assistant, Angela Araiza and me as we attempt to visit the infamous ghost of the Hotel Galvez, Audra..
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