Marianne Spitzer


 My passion is writing. When I am not writing, I am reading or watching sunsets. I have been writing short stories since I was in grade school. Most were in the form of essays relating real life events. Many were purely imaginary trips to magical places and times. I enjoy making up stories about people I meet or see on the street. My imagination runs wild and free. I have self-published a book of children's stories for my granddaughter, Brittney. Gypsy Spirits is my debut novel and the first in the series of three "spirit" books. I recently released the sequel, Annamarie and Magdalena. My genre of choice is supernatural thrillers. I have loved mysteries since I picked up my first Nancy Drew book. I have lived in Washington state and California, but Wisconsin is home although I am not fond of snow and ice.





 Genre: supernatural thriller


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Blurb : Kellie, a young college grad, inherits a vast fortune from the town’s richest man; however, the conditions of her inheritance require she change her name and reside in the Malone Mansion, long considered haunted by the residents of Malone Springs. When a house is reputed to be haunted, it usually is. Beware the evil!

Excerpt:  Kellie parked her Malibu in the driveway and walked toward the house.

She reached her hand toward the door to push her key into the lock when she noticed it was slightly open.

Thankfully, Drew hadn’t drunk more than he could handle. He was able to walk to the door unassisted and made sense when they spoke.

Kellie asked, “Did you leave the door unlocked?”

“No, I always double check when we leave at night. Why?”

“The door’s open.” Fear flooded over her, freezing her in place. Unable to move, her heart pounded so hard, she could hear it. She tried hard to catch her breath.

Drew pulled her back away from the house and dialed 911. He explained to the operator that their front door was open and had been locked when they left, He was told to stay out of the house. An officer was on the way. Kellie and Drew waited in the driveway for the officer to arrive. Drew held her while her panic turned to tears and her breathing slowed closer to normal.

In minutes, two squad cars pulled up, their lights flashing. Drew said, “Must be a quiet night. I didn’t think the town had two squad cars patrolling at the same time.”

“Shut up, Drew, this isn’t funny.”

Two officers approached them. They said they would check out their house while Kellie and Drew waited outside. Kellie and Drew watched them pull their guns and disappear into the house. They could hear the officers occasionally shout to each other and they saw lights going on in one room after another. The lights in the basement apartment and the storage/laundry area also went on. Then the lights in the two upstairs bedrooms were visible, along with the garage. The entire house was lit up. The officers came back to talk to them.

“We checked and no one’s in there now, but there was. It appears as if your house has been ransacked. I’ll need your names for my report.”

“Ransacked, oh my God,” Kellie said. “Who would do that?” The fear that Kellie felt returned, and she couldn’t fight it off. Her hands shaking, she tried to imagine who would break into her home.



 Gypsy Spirits

Genre: supernatural thriller


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Blurb : Spirits? Madness? Which haunts Daniel? His teenage bride, Annamarie, must answer the question while she deals with her husband’s controlling behavior and abnormal fear of spirits he believes exist in the surrounding woods near their home. During an argument, her anger erupts and she yells a few odd words at her husband, Daniel, which she explains is her Gypsy curse. A bad day at work convinces him the curse is real, but after the brutal death of his best friend, his belief in the curse and his terror of the spirits escalates.

Excerpt:The camp-fire cast shadows on the old wagons parked nearby.  An elderly man sat on a barrel, playing a violin. Other men and women sat near the fire clapping to the music floating on the night air. A dark haired young girl danced around the flames, her bright green eyes sparkling in the firelight. She was clad in a long dress of many colors, sewn by hand, colored ribbons pulled up her hair. She smiled and held her hand out to Annamarie. 

Annamarie woke screaming.

Jolted from his sleep, Daniel jumped out of bed. “What the hell’s the matter with you?”

She sat up in the middle of the bed, her voice anxious, “I had a nightmare. I saw myself dancing, but I also saw myself watching me dance. Then the one dancing held out her hand to me.” 

“Creepy!” Daniel started to laugh, “Serves you right for putting a curse on me.” 

“I didn’t put a curse on you. It was just gibberish because you had me so upset. I’m not a Gypsy, so how could I do that? I only wanted to get your attention.”

“You’re going crazy. Don’t I have enough trouble with the spirits without you bringing a new one? What if the spirits here don’t like you summoning Gypsy spirits?”

“I don’t understand why you’re acting this way. You were so different last night. Why have you changed again? You’re the one losing your mind. There are no spirits in the woods, and I certainly didn’t conjure up any.”

Unfortunately, it seemed his promise of changing was short lived. Daniel would always believe in his “spirits” and find any reason to bolster his conviction. Her only hope was to have him believe either his spirits weren’t real or her spirit was stronger. 

My spirit, Annamarie thought. Perhaps I am going crazy.


Annamarie and Magdalena (Gypsy Spirits' Sequel)

Genre: supernatural thriller


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Blurb : Annamarie walks home from the ordeal in the pines. Certain no one will ever know of her involvement, she tries to settle into the home she inherited from Daniel’s grandfather just two weeks earlier. Daniel, refusing to accept his own death, has other ideas, and he joins his spirit with the spirit of his best friend, Garret, and an evil man Daniel had planned on killing. What Daniel doesn’t count on is that Annamarie is protected by her great-grandmother Magdalena’s spirit, and her Gypsy spirit family. Annamarie’s unexpected pregnancy drive Daniel to plot to steal his child while Magdalena does all she can to protect mother and child.    

Excerpt: Sleeping deeply she didn’t remember her dream.

Annamarie was walking near the pines. The firelight in the woods drew her closer until she saw Magdalena standing in the clearing. She reached up to touch Annamarie’s cheek and said, “No one will ever know what happened here. I will guide Daniel’s spirit away from you and the baby. Sleep well in safety my little one. Love will protect you.”

Annamarie slept curled up in Grandpa’s leather chair until sunrise and the mourning dove’s cooing woke her.

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She reached for her empty tea cup and saw it was placed upside down on the saucer. I never do that she thought. Daniel was the one who would place his coffee cup upside down to signal a waitress he didn’t want more coffee. Was this a message from Daniel or did she do it in her sleep? No, she decided it had to be Daniel, but she also knew Magdalena would keep her safe.

She stood and screamed, “Leave me alone. You’re dead. You’ll never hurt me again. If you try Magdalena will take care of me and you’ll be sorry.”

Her voice echoed in the large, empty house. She stood defiantly with her hands on her hips when she heard all the tea cups in the china cabinet rattle.

“Stop. Leave. Never come back,” she yelled into the empty air.

Annamarie breathed in a sigh of relief when the house was quiet. She didn’t notice the large dark area spreading above her near the ceiling. Her first indication something was wrong was the odor of rotting pine tree sap. She looked up and tried to run. She couldn’t move. She watched in horror when a thin stream of sap ran from the ceiling into a puddle at her feet and began to encircle her until she was entwined. She felt she was trapped in a spring. Able to move again, she fought against the rubbery material. There was no way to loosen its grip on her. Fear tightened in her chest. Her pregnancy nausea forced bile into her throat, but the twines of sap kept her from getting to the bathroom. The room began to darken and she could feel cold air fill the room.     

 She felt hot breath near her ear and heard Daniel’s voice, “You’ll never be rid of me. You’re my wife. The baby’s mine. Don’t forget.”

The sap disappeared and Annamarie was free. The sunlight returned and the room was warm. She fell back onto the chair trying to catch her breath and settle her stomach. She resisted the urge to throw the tea cup across the room.   

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