The Strange Haunting of Johnny Feelwater

When Johnny Feelwater inherited the house on Confederate Square in historic old Savannah, he didn’t realize that, once he stepped through the door, his life would never be same. He had never met Cassandra Mott, the old lady that left it to him. He didn’t know she had come back as a beautiful seductress, to start her life over at age twenty-six; that she was consumed by bitterness and had returned to the house bent on revenge.

Cassandra Mott loved the human part of her long existence. She loved the passion and feel it gave her body, which she frequently indulged. She loved the insight it gave her to the human mind, and her ability to use it to manipulate humankind for anything she desired. She understood those shadowy recesses inside everyone’s head, those tissues and fibers that lay in wait to send their owners down misguided paths. She knew the human mind, and she intended to use this knowledge to even the score with Johnny Feelwater.

She would lead him away from his wife and get inside his mind and sow the seeds of debauchery. She would expose the sleeping genes he had tried to forget since his last days in college. She would put him at odds with his sexual identity and watch him grapple with secret fantasies he had tried to repress since his boyhood. She intended to confuse him, and manipulate him, and turn him inside out, and relish every step of his undoing. Then the day would come, when he finally reached wits end, and then she would arrange the final blow.

But Cassandra Mott didn’t know everything about the human spirit. She didn’t know Johnny would find a way to resist. She didn’t anticipate he would search for a way to challenge her supernatural power; and she failed to predict the human part of her that she couldn’t suppress, the emotions of guilt and compassion and love, would bring about the downfall of her plan.