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The Mystery of the Screaming Elms: Eden Patterson Ghost Hunter Series, #2
The Mystery of the Screaming Elms: Eden Patterson Ghost Hunter Series, #2
The Mystery of the Screaming Elms: Eden Patterson Ghost Hunter Series, #2
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The Mystery of the Screaming Elms: Eden Patterson Ghost Hunter Series, #2

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Eden and her Paranormal Services Investigating team are called to their friend and co-worker Syd's old stomping ground in Appalachia where mysterious stirrings are occurring. What could be behind the once singing elm trees that now cry out in horrifying screams?

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Release dateJul 18, 2016
ISBN9781536541786
The Mystery of the Screaming Elms: Eden Patterson Ghost Hunter Series, #2
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Constance Barker

Constance Barker lives in the Midwest with her husband and two Akitas where she can look out from her screened porch onto a wooded area brimming with activity. Since she was a young girl she read mysteries, often given to her by her grandmother. She loved figuring out who the culprit was and sometimes she was right and other times startled at who the author picked as the assailant. Now she enjoys writing mysteries herself. When she isn't writing stories, she can be found in her favorite vacation spot, Las Vegas or shopping for bargains.

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    The Mystery of the Screaming Elms - Constance Barker

    Prologue

    In one of the visits with the spirit of my Grandpa Winky, we walked over to a meadow not far from his home place. The purple wildflowers dotted the landscape as they bobbed and weaved in the light breeze. Beyond the meadow were the green hills of Kentucky, their tops touching the brilliant blue of a cloudless sky.

    It’s beautiful isn’t it? Grandpa Winky asked me as we sat down in the middle of the field.

    I looked around me and couldn’t imagine a better setting than this. Yes it is, I answered.

    I asked your grandmother to marry me in this meadow...on a day much like today.

    Did she say yes? I liked to tease Winky as much as he liked to kid me.

    A smile spread across his face as he looked at the hilltops in the distance. I’m happy to report she did.

    Do you miss her? In my young mind I couldn’t fathom what it must be like for Grandpa...to basically be on the outside looking in. Well, not with me, but with everyone else he was.

    He shook his head. No, I can see her whenever I want.

    But you can’t talk to her.

    He scratched his head under his brown Derby hat. That’s true, I can’t. It’s hard to describe Eden, but how I feel now is different than how I felt when I was alive.

    I was curious. What do you mean?

    He smiled at me. Someday you will know, but not soon I hope.

    Chapter One

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    The place where Sydney grew up was located on the border of Kentucky and West Virginia in Appalachia, not too far from where the Hatfield and McCoy clans were located. She grew up poor, living with her young mother Patty and Patty’s parents. The old cabin still stood today, but barely. We drove up the old dirt path to the front of the cabin and filed out of the SUV.

    Sydney, her mother Patty, Luke my husband, and I came in one vehicle, while Matt and Gerry, aka Goog, followed us in our Paranormal Services utility truck.

    I watched Syd as she walked over to the cabin’s front porch. I knew it had to be difficult for her to come back here after all this time to a past that was not child friendly. Growing up poor might make you strong, but it didn’t leave a sweet taste in your mouth either.

    Syd pointed to one of the post’s holding up the front porch. Look, it’s still there. The initials SC were scratched into the wood. I did that 20 years ago when I was eight.

    You had a knife when you were eight? Goog asked as he walked up and rubbed his fingers over the initials carved in the wood.

    Patty, Syd’s mom spoke up. She was playing with knives when she was five. Matches too.

    Syd let out a laugh. Yeah, Dr. Spock would have had a heart attack watching all the crap I got into. But hey, we had to learn young how to start a fire and kill snakes.

    Goog looked to his right and left at the mention of snakes. Syd patted him on the arm. Don’t worry Bud, I got ya covered.

    Luke walked over to the front steps. Do you think the cabin’s safe enough to enter?

    Patty shook her head. I don’t know Luke. Doesn’t look too sturdy. Maybe we sh...

    Oh come on, Syd declared as she mounted the steps. Let’s not be pansies.

    Before we knew it she was inside the cabin. Luke shrugged his shoulders and we followed him up the steps, onto the porch, and then inside the cabin. The entire area was open with what appeared to be a kitchen at one time in the back of the cabin. An old, ratty sofa and chair and banged up lamp were located near the front door. The walls had holes allowing a laser rays of light to

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