From Marie Antoinette, Serial Killer Then something caught my attention, at the corner of my eye -- movement. A flash of pale colors moving in the shadows. I spun around. She was there. The woman -- the ghost. The width of her skirt blocked the path in front of me completely. In the low light, it was obvious that she gave off a pale blue glow of her own, a light that seemed to undulate through her. "Go away!" I said, as if she were a stray cat. "Go! Leave me alone!" A ripple seemed to move through her form, causing her glow to sputter and spark. I got the distinct impression that I'd made her angry. "Please," I said. "Please move. Let me go." Finally, she moved -- Toward me. Excerpted from Marie Antoinette, Serial Killer by Katie Alender All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.