The voice was soft,but had an edge, that carried a sinister air to it. She moved the Bishop behind, then rook as the cat pounced upon a mouse, then by the window the rain beat down, as the fire crackled, a shadow was cast across the room.

A clatter arose, from within the drawing room, it sounded as if someone was in there... but the house was empty... or so she thought

The voice was soft,but had an edge, that carried a sinister air to it. She moved the Bishop behind, then rook as the cat pounced upon a mouse, then by the window the rain beat down, as the fire crackled, a shadow was cast across the room.

A clatter arose, from within the drawing room, it sounded as if someone was in there... but the house was empty... or so she thought, all of a sudden the door blew open, and who should be standing there but...

....her husband who had died ten years ago...

Oh come on Azz play fair me in charge hah but no one will ruin it - with SB covering the UK night shift and me on days

On with the story
The voice was soft,but had an edge, that carried a sinister air to it. She moved the Bishop behind, then rook as the cat pounced upon a mouse, then by the window the rain beat down, as the fire crackled, a shadow was cast across the room.
A clatter arose, from within the drawing room, it sounded as if someone was in there... but the house was empty... or so she thought, all of a sudden the door blew open, and who should be standing there but...her husband who had died ten years ago...and in his outstretched hand.....

The voice was soft,but had an edge, that carried a sinister air to it. She moved the Bishop behind, then rook as the cat pounced upon a mouse, then by the window the rain beat down, as the fire crackled, a shadow was cast across the room.
A clatter arose, from within the drawing room, it sounded as if someone was in there... but the house was empty... or so she thought, all of a sudden the door blew open, and who should be standing there but...her husband who had died ten years ago...and in his outstretched hand was clutching a piece of paper, and bawling "You knew, you knew the secret of........

The voice was soft,but had an edge, that carried a sinister air to it. She moved the Bishop behind, then rook as the cat pounced upon a mouse, then by the window the rain beat down, as the fire crackled, a shadow was cast across the room.
A clatter arose, from within the drawing room, it sounded as if someone was in there... but the house was empty... or so she thought, all of a sudden the door blew open, and who should be standing there but...her husband who had died ten years ago...and in his outstretched hand was clutching a piece of paper, and bawling "You knew, you knew the secret of...... my love affair with Doris, Doris the butchers wife...

The voice was soft,but had an edge, that carried a sinister air to it. She moved the Bishop behind, then rook as the cat pounced upon a mouse, then by the window the rain beat down, as the fire crackled, a shadow was cast across the room.
A clatter arose, from within the drawing room, it sounded as if someone was in there... but the house was empty... or so she thought, all of a sudden the door blew open, and who should be standing there but...her husband who had died ten years ago...and in his outstretched hand was clutching a piece of paper, and bawling "You knew, you knew the secret of...... my love affair with Doris, Doris the butchers wife... "No, I didn't" she shrieked with fury. "I only knew about ...'

The voice was soft,but had an edge, that carried a sinister air to it. She moved the Bishop behind, then rook as the cat pounced upon a mouse, then by the window the rain beat down, as the fire crackled, a shadow was cast across the room.
A clatter arose, from within the drawing room, it sounded as if someone was in there... but the house was empty... or so she thought, all of a sudden the door blew open, and who should be standing there but...her husband who had died ten years ago...and in his outstretched hand was clutching a piece of paper, and bawling "You knew, you knew the secret of...... my love affair with Doris, Doris the butchers wife... "No, I didn't" she shrieked with fury. "I only knew about, Joanne the Grocers wife....."

The voice was soft,but had an edge, that carried a sinister air to it. She moved the Bishop behind, then rook as the cat pounced upon a mouse, then by the window the rain beat down, as the fire crackled, a shadow was cast across the room.
A clatter arose, from within the drawing room, it sounded as if someone was in there... but the house was empty... or so she thought, all of a sudden the door blew open, and who should be standing there but...her husband who had died ten years ago...and in his outstretched hand was clutching a piece of paper, and bawling "You knew, you knew the secret of...... my love affair with Doris, Doris the butchers wife... "No, I didn't" she shrieked with fury. "I only knew about, Joanne the Grocers wife..... and Bertha the Baker's wife. You three- timing Lothario, you deserved to .....

die if you hadn't already.