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Title: Melancholy Ghost
Series: Spirit Chasers #2
Author: Kat Mayor
Genre: Paranormal
Release Date: February 14, 2017
Synopsis
From ghost hunter to ghost, haunted.
Barrett has a plan—help Austin regain his memory, surround him with his friends and loved ones, and lead him into the light. Unfortunately, the tragic investigation of a melancholy ghost derails everything.
As new lead investigator, Thai struggles to maintain the high ratings SCI has always enjoyed. After a few subpar investigations, the network execs demand results, even if it means the team must put their lives on the line for a house more deadly than its dead occupants.
There are worse things than being dead.
Austin knows something is wrong. Most people ignore him, time eludes him, and his hands are basically worthless. If only he could remember what happened, he would have the answers he so desperately seeks. He’s sick of Barrett’s lies and Casey’s deflections. Austin will have to figure this one out on his own. Will the truth set him free, or destroy his soul?
Excerpt
Stanton Estate:
“So, why are you here, bothering the living? Why haven't you crossed into the light?” -
The ghost chuckled, as if amused. Then his gaze turned dark. Barrett could stop him, the angry ghost transformed into a white mist and dove into Barrett’s nose and mouth. One moment Barrett was a casual observer of a long ago family squabble, the next, he was part of the action, lying on the floor peering up into Theodore’s hate-filled eyes. -
You think you can come in here and steal what I built, Ernst? Is that it? -
Theodore was standing over Barrett with a pistol pointed at his forehead. Barrett’s heart hammered in his chest. He thinks I’m his brother, Ernst. He’s really going to shoot me. This is real. ’s lips formed words that were not his own. It’s mine, you bastard. You took it from me.Then Barrett spit on the ground. -
The loud concussion of the gun firing was the last thing Barrett heard before the spirit vacated his mind and body. Barrett found himself curled in a ball against the wall, drawing in deep, frantic breaths. -
Teddy stood, chuckling at the pathetic clairvoyant he’d taken down in a matter of minutes. You are a simple-minded medium, aren’t you? said, as Barrett slowly pulled himself up. Gary stared at the space the ghostly voice inhabited. The light doesn’t want me, and I don’t want it. -
I made my choice; I’m judged. I will remain here. Keep Ernst’s thieving bastards from taking what doesn’t belong to them. -
Gary gave Barrett a hand up. It was then that Barrett noticed the ghosts had chosen sides. Before, he thought the ghosts were all clustered around Theodore. Actually they were divided in half. -
One group was surrounding Theodore on one side of the room, and a second fright of ghosts stood on the opposite side, glaring at them. Front and center in that group was the brother, Ernst, who Theodore shot and killed over a hundred years before. -
Barrett made a move to climb the staircase when Theodore appeared directly in front of him. Not a step farther.Barrett started to shove past the spirit when the walls creaked and the staircase rumbled under his feet. -
He reached out, grasping the railing. Without even closing his eyes, Barrett slipped into a trance-state. His physical body was on the first riser, holding the banister. But someone or something had hijacked his mind for the second time this evening, taking him to a place he didn’t want to be. -
It was pitch-black, and Barrett was alone. After his eyes adjusted to the dark, he realized he was in an inner part of the house, like a crawl space inside the walls or, more likely, a basement. A plink, plink, plinkechoed against the stone walls as water from a leaky pipe dripped down on a hard surface in a distant room. There was a loud, electric, hum in the background. -
Up ahead, he heard the clank of the furnace firing up. He placed his hand against the wall and yanked it back quickly, blowing on his fingers. “Son of a bitch!” The cinderblock was glowing hot. -
Were the stones melting? Sweat rolled down his cheek and he wiped it away. Just a moment ago it had been a cool forty degrees in the house. Now, it had to be at least ninety. He pulled off his hoodie, not that it helped much. Sweat stained his T-shirt around the collar and under his arms. If he didnft figure a way out of this, he was going to die of heat exhaustion. The house creaked and shifted. -
Every hair on his body stood at attention. Correction. If I don’t get out of here, the place will fall down on top of me. -
A voice he hadn’t heard in over a year spoke to his mind. Run! ’his eyes flew open and he gasped. He was back in the Stantons living room with Gary staring at him like he had grown three heads. -
“Let’s go.” He grabbed the sleeve of Gary’s shirt and pulled him toward the front door and onto the front lawn, to what Barrett deemed a safe distance from the house. -
“What the hell happened in there?” Gary asked Barrett. “You were standing there with me, but you were in some kind of altered state. I tried to talk to you, wake you up, but it was clear nobody was home.”-
Barrett opened his mouth, then closed it. He had no answer. His mind was still processing all the paranormal shit that had been thrown at him in such a short time period. “How long … was I out of it?” -
“About five minutes. Your eyes were wide open, but you weren’t seeing me.”Gary’s eyes were drawn to the psychic’s shaking hand as he twisted his silver ring.“You need a break before we do the rest of the walkthrough?”-
“We’re done," -
Barrett told him. He was intensely aware of his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear the blood throbbing in his ears. After taking a deep, steadying breath, Barrett turned and power walked to the tech trailer. -
Gary ran to catch up. “What’s wrong, man? That ghost must’ve really shook you up.” -
“Not the ghost. The house.”He turned to look back at the twin windows flanked by black shutters on the second story. In the dark, they looked like menacing eyes, daring him to return. Bile rose in his throat.“There is something way wrong with this house.” -
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Author Bio
I am a native Texan, wife, and mom. In addition to The Spirit Chaser, I have written a young adult series, The Circle.
I'm a full-time reader, part-time writer, and when I'm not kicking a story around in my head, I love to read and review books on Goodreads.
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