A World Other Than Her Own – Blog Tour


Author: Pamela Harju

Book title: A World Other Than Her Own

Genre: Mystery

Publish date: 10/08/2018


What if your only way out was a dead end?

When Claire finds herself in an unfamiliar country mansion with no idea how she got there, she just wants to find a way home. Unfortunately for her, the house has other ideas. Doors slam to cut off her escape, and forces of nature seem to be keeping her hostage. With no way to communicate with the outside world, will she ever find a way back to her loved ones?

If you like captivating, spine-chilling mysteries, step inside this creepy country house…


Story sample: 

There might not have been anybody around to help her, but at least there was a way out.

Claire moved to the large double doors and pulled. They didn’t budge. She tried to push them. Still nothing. She pulled again and pushed again and tugged and eventually rattled them with all her slight might.

They wouldn’t shift. There was a large keyhole on one of the doors, but there was no key. She bent down to peer at it. There was no key on the other side either as she could see through into the porch. The outer doors had to be partially glass as she could see some light through the keyhole.

She tried the doors again, twisting and turning the handles in the vain hope that they would yield. When they didn’t, her fists banged the heavy timber first once, then twice, then several times, followed by angry, frustrated screams with no words.

Exhausted and tearful, Claire retired to one of the armchairs and buried her eyelids into the heels of her hands. She sat there for several minutes, crying silently and trying to push the tears back into her eyes.

When she eventually felt a little better – marginal as the difference was – Claire looked around again. There was still no sign of life within the house. For an old house, it was remarkably quiet. It didn’t creak or squeak. All she could hear was her own sniffling. Even that and her banging and screaming had alerted no one.

Turning her attention back to the task at hand, Claire looked out one of the windows. Again, there was a pair of them, one on either side of the double doors. That didn’t surprise her, but what froze her in her tracks was what she saw outside.

It was more of a case of what she couldn’t see. Right behind the window was a fog so thick that she couldn’t see any further than the windowsill. It was clearly daylight. It wasn’t dark outside, and even inside, she could see fine although no lights were lit. Beyond the window, the fog was as thick as rice pudding.

She got up and walked to the window. The fog was impenetrable. She walked over to the window on the other side, and it was the same. She hurried to the snug and peered out through the stained-glass windows at the top, but it was impossible to tell. The few clear panes of glass were so high up that what she could see might as well have been grey skies as fog.

One thing was clear; even had she been able to make her way out of the house, she would not have found her way anywhere in such thick mist. It would have been sheer idiocy to even attempt it.


Author bio: 

Pamela Harju is the author of The Truth about Tomorrow, which won WriteIntoPrint’s Captivating Opening Contest in 2017. She spends her spare time with her dogs and travelling to see rock bands most people have never heard of. She loves tea, big old houses and tattooed men and is happily unmarried to her partner of many years. A native Finn, Pamela lives in the Irish countryside in an old cottage that’s always threatening to fall apart. She has a full-size dog agility arena in her back garden.


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