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Ghost from the Past: Paranormal Mystery Novella
Ghost from the Past: Paranormal Mystery Novella
Ghost from the Past: Paranormal Mystery Novella
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Ghost from the Past: Paranormal Mystery Novella

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One night after dinner, Catherine and Jake stumble into an alley that has a ghost haunting it. The ghost of a fifteen-year-old boy, Eric, tells them about another teenaged victim, Sarah. They were both murdered at the prom, twenty-five years ago.

Sarah's ghost is nowhere to be found, but Eric wants Jake to find her killer. The police at the time thought Eric killed Sarah. Catherine doesn't think so; she thinks Eric is just a kid, who needs her help.

Even if he is dead. And sort of scary.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJane Monson
Release dateOct 16, 2012
ISBN9781301721528
Ghost from the Past: Paranormal Mystery Novella

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    Ghost from the Past - Jane Monson

    Ghost From The Past (Paranormal Mystery)

    Jane Monson

    Copyright © Jane Monson 2012

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    Ghost From The Past (Paranormal Mystery)

    Catherine and Jake were wandering around in the west end one night around eleven. They were there to eat at a restaurant they’d heard was good. When they finished dinner, they left the restaurant and walked through a nice leafy neighborhood. They turned a corner and continued along a narrow pavement, and found themselves in an alley behind some townhouses, instead of in the next street as they’d expected.

    Just a little way along the alley, Catherine saw a dead body. It was lying face-down, the back of its head all stove in and bloody. As if that weren’t bad enough, she got a whiff of a musty smell, and noticed she could slightly see the outline of a garbage bin through the body, and realized it wasn’t a real dead body; it was a ghost. She should have known anyway, because Jake didn't react to it at all. He was just walking, and talking about movies.

    To her horror, the ghost got to its feet. His feet. He looked to Catherine to have been fifteen or sixteen years old when he was alive. He wore the tall hair and high-waisted drapy pants of the nineteen-eighties. The injury to his head wasn’t visible when you were looking at him straight-on. He said, You can see me. Will you help me? Will you talk to the police for me? He made a huffy sighing noise, and said, See, I’ve boiled my speech down to just the essentials. Everybody just screams and runs away, anyway.

    Catherine would have screamed and run away, but she was too paralyzed with horror and revulsion to move. She’d only recently learned she could see the ghosts of murder victims, and she pretty much didn’t want to see any more of them ever.

    Jake was watching her with dawning comprehension. Catherine tore herself away from the ghost and ran back the way they’d come in, her heels clattering on the pavement. Jake strode after her. You saw a ghost just now in that alley, didn’t you? he demanded, when he reached Catherine. She was leaning against a cage that was protecting a slender tree.

    Color gradually returned to Catherine’s face. Her breathing slowed as she relaxed and felt alive, interacting with other alive things. She smiled at a kid with a bulldog who was passing. The ghost asked if I would talk to the police for him.

    And here I am, said Jake, spreading his hands. Ta-da. Jake was a homicide detective. He and Catherine had first met because of a haunted house Catherine sold, a house haunted by the murdered former owner. Jake couldn’t sense ghosts at all—a good thing, in his line of work. "Come on, Catherine. What are the odds anybody but you will ever help him? I know you hate ghosts, but who else would be sensitive to ghosts and dating a cop? Let’s go talk to him."

    Catherine smoothed her hair and stood up straighter. She wasn’t sure dating was the best way to describe their relationship. Intending dating was more like what it was. They made dates, and then something came up to prevent them. His job, her job, whatever.

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