Ghost Hunters Anthology 06

Ghost Hunter Mystery Parable Anthology

The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before:

- A ghost who doesn't know how or why she died, but who has only hours every year to solve her own mystery.

- A Smart Home that kicks its family to the curb, locking them out and changing the title. Then turns off the street lamps in that neighborhood and pulses green and red from within.

- An detective-mystery writer becomes haunted by recurring nightmares and unable to write - until the heroines of his earlier stories come back to rescue him in a series of visits.

- An immortal trapped in a nightmare post-apocalypse nightmare of her own creation. And anyone who comes to try to help her can wind up dying there.

- Time itself haunts a young woman who has enjoyed the abiltiy of a "time tourist" to visit the various timelines of physical locations. But her sanity becomes threatened with all she knows becomes confused.

All in short reads that fit into the time you have to read. Delicious mental snacks that will leave you with new ideas to consider long after the entertainment is over.

This anthology contains:

Clocktower Mystery
Smart Home Revenge
Finding Grace
The Mystery of Meri
Time Bent

Excerpt:

It wasn't long before a body phased right next to me on that stone step. The scent of piney woods, cedars, and junipers wafted to me. Feminine – as a man who worked outside would also smell of dirt and sweat. But this wasn't Jude. Or Sal. It was a physical-form woman who appreciated how her scent could affect a man.

"Hi."

"Hello. I'm John. Do you have a name?"

"They used to call me Meg when I was alive."

"Glad to meet you Meg."

"I hope you won't hold it against me - that shoving you off the cliff thing. A reflex move."

"Well it was a surprise, but at least it wasn't fatal."

"Yes, you seem like such a nice person. And your protector is inside poking around that old clock tower while I'm out here talking to you."

I smiled at her frank approach. "Do you mind if we just talk?"

"Not if you don't trigger one of my reflexes. I don't think she wants to have to come out and find you dead somehow."

"No, I don't think she'd get over it very easily. So I won't ask you tricky questions. I mostly just come along to hear the stories of people like you. I'm a writer, and always curious."

I couldn't see her expression in the dark, but I felt her want to open up to me in her voice. "What else do you do in that 'mostly' line of business you have here with people like me...?"