Last Night In Soho Page

Because Sandie wasn’t haunting Soho anymore.

The Echo Chamber

That night’s dream was different. Sandie fought back. She stabbed Jack with a broken bottle. Then again. And again. Then she dragged his body to the building’s old coal cellar and bricked him into the wall. Last Night in Soho

Sandie appeared at the window. Not as a victim. As a fury.

She never went back to Greek Street. But sometimes, on rainy nights, she’d see a flash of white vinyl in a crowd. And she’d smile. Because Sandie wasn’t haunting Soho anymore

A lonely fashion student with the ability to see the dead moves into a rundown Soho flat, only to discover that her glamorous 1960s doppelgänger is a desperate ghost trapped in a cycle of abuse — and that rescuing her from the past might destroy the present. Part One: The Girl Who Fell Through Time

It didn’t.

“You see me,” she said. “So finish it.”