This is my first full length ghost story. It's very different from my previous books--it's contemporary, it's written in first person, and it's a genre I'd barely dabbled in before. I loved every moment of writing it, and now have a list of possible ideas for further ghost stories (okay, it's not a list. It's a door covered in post-it notes which say things like 'Hellhounds on the holloway!' and 'the thing in the shadows under the bridge that knows your name!' and 'what dead things rise with the flood?').
It was also the story that scared me. I first started thinking about this story in the spring of 2014, between the first and second drafts of Resistance. I wanted to write a Christmas story and had a fancy for making it a traditional English ghost story. I'd recently come across a couple of mentions of the mistletoe bride legend and its association with Christmas Eve, so I came up with the vague idea of a protagonist who has to spend Christmas alone in an old country house and gets stalked by the ghost of this girl who desperately wants to be found. The first thing I did was hunt out more information on the Mistletoe Bride legend. There are several houses which lay claim to her, all over England, but the one which caught my attention was Bramshill House, the former police training college in Hampshire, which is about ten miles from where I live in the army town of Aldershot. It's a stunning building, the government were in the process of selling it, and by a weird coincidence, my uncle had worked there briefly some years ago. Empty schools and colleges are inherently creepy, a organisation moving location gave my character a reason to be there, and the pictures I found drew me. I didn't want to use Bramshill itself, not when I could have the flexibility of my own haunted house, but it made for a good base. So I had to pick another organisation to be running the college. At that point, there had been lots of reports about big changes to the British Army, including closing and moving some bases. Perfect. My haunted house could be an army training school which was moving to a cheaper part of the country and needed someone to organise its archives. There could be an onsite caretaker who would be the love interest. Things were starting to fall into place.
Next, I needed a location. If it was going to have a military connection, North Hampshire seemed obvious. There are countless army colleges and barracks scattered around the local countryside. One more would make no difference. The only specific qualification was that it had to be isolated. I opened up the map and was immediately drawn to the triangle of land between Aldershot, Fleet and Farnborough. I was a little hesitant at first, because suddenly this story was getting close to home. The Basingstoke Canal runs through that bit of countryside and I've walked that stretch of the towpath countless times in the last ten years. It's an oddly eerie little place. The hills dip low, the heath is bare and lonely, and for all the times I've walked it, I've only seen it in sunlight a couple of times, even when the rest of the day's walking has been bright. I couldn't talk myself out of it. It was too good a setting to waste. It seemed very appropriate to take its name for my haunted house, and so Eelmoor Hall was born. My haunted house was now a mere three miles from home.
And after that everything fell into place. A story which had started slowly poured out of me, and every bit of research I did slotted perfectly into place. That happens sometimes, especially when you've absorbed a lot of background information about a place. My heroes were smitten, my ghost was malevolent, and everything was working. I even had two potential titles: An Unquiet Heart, which is a Tennyson quote, and A Frost of Cares which comes from a final poem written by a chap called Chidiock Tichbourne, who was executed for his part in a plot to kill Elizabeth I. I was swaying towards the Tichbourne quote, simply because by then I had realised that my ghost dated from the English Civil War, which echoed the same religious conflict that led Tichbourne to his death. There were also some weird parallels between his life and the story, which I have included in the book when Luke starts digging into his own research. There were several other little details which struck me as weird coincidences--odd things like the regiment Jay belonged to actually being based here at the right time, and the real life equivalent of the training school in the Hall being in my parents' village.
Then I got to the point where I needed some detail about the ghost's family. I'd already decided she'd married into a Royalist family, whose son had died in battle in 1643 (and when I went to look for a battle for him to die in, I found a very brutal one only two towns over, on a cold, cold winter's day). I decided to look up the actual local landowners of the time to see if that gave me any more ideas.
They were Tichbournes too, of a different branch of the family from the poet, a century later. They had also built a new manor house in the same decade as I'd chosen for the building of Eelmoor Hall. Their manor wasn't in the same place as the hall I'd invented. It was in a different, much closer, part of Aldershot.
In fact, if it wasn't for the modern buildings in between, I could see it from my study window. My ghost story had followed me home.
And that was why I started sleeping with the lights on until I finished the book.