Published: February 2020 by Orenda Books
Category: Psychological, Thriller, Murder, Mystery, Supernatural, Book Review
The Dean Wilson Theatre is believed to be haunted by a long-dead actress, singing her last song, waiting for her final cue, looking for her killer…
Now Dust, the iconic musical, is returning after twenty years. But who will be brave enough to take on the role of ghostly goddess Esme Black, last played by Morgan Miller, who was murdered in her dressing room?
I Am Dust is a story of two halves which are brought together seamlessly as the story evolves—the events of 2005 and the impact they have on the present day. During that summer three friends and aspiring actors played a dangerous game, experimenting with an Ouija board, while rehearsing for their school production of Macbeth.
Out of the three Ryan was the driving force filled with need for wealth, Chloe was wary of dabbling in the unknown and Jess went along just because she fancied Ryan. Regardless of her reluctance, Chloe gradually realised something extraordinary about herself. They thought they knew what they were doing. They thought they were in control. Neither was true and they got way more than they bargained for.
Over that summer, morbid curiosity, youthful bravado and teenage love had joined them on a dusty stage in a church.
Now Chloe is an usher at the Dean Wilson Theatre, those dark experiences from her teenage years long forgotten. The first show performed in the theatre was Dust, a musical starring Morgan Miller. During one of the early performances Morgan was murdered in her dressing room. The show was cancelled, the killer never caught. Dogged by that tragedy, the theatre never fully recovered and is said to be haunted by Morgan Miller. Now, twenty years later, Dust is to be revived—and strange things begin to happen to Chloe. Memories gradually surface from the traumatic events that became deeply buried in her subconscious.
YOU THREE NEVER BE UNDER ONE ROOF
What the hell? What three? It’s just her.
But isn’t that what someone whispered on the radio earlier?
Again, a dark memory uncoils in her gut like a black ghost rising from a grave. When did she last see those words?