Haunter

Haunter

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By:  Monica Prelooker  Completed
Language: English
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What would you do if the TV celebrity you despise is the only one who can help you? Fran Garner finds herself living in a haunted house, but among all the weird things around, there's something darker and more dangerous lurking. To her dismay, the only one who can deal with it is the king of TV ghost hunters, Brandon Price. Not only is he the last person she would like to turn to for help: they're also black-and-white opposites about pretty much everything. But teaming up will bring them much closer than they ever expected, and now it'll be up to them if they follow their hearts or turn their backs to the unyielding feeling that binds them together. A story about bonds that transcend realms, about love and light even in the darkest places, and the struggle to overcome an inner darkness that can be scarier than actual demons. "A mix of romance, humour, special friendships and the supernatural, with uncommon spins like no other."

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A Hundred Words

A QUICK NOTE BEFORE GETTING THE STORY STARTED: Hey there everybody! Wanna know how this story goes? Well, picture Little Women's Jo March meets Ghost Adventures' Zak Bagans about her haunted house, and then she writes a novel about it. Don't know who the heck I'm talking about? Well, lets say this is the story of a young, independent girl used to dealing with things by herself, who is forced to turn for help to a not-so-young, far-from-humble TV celeb used to having always his way. It's a clash of titans turned love story. A challenge for both of them to learn to give in, to understand, to grow, in order to be together. To meet halfway. Far from a horror thriller, it's more of a coming-of-age journey, with a lot of paranormal stuff thrown in the mix as a catalist to push the plot forward... or twist it? You be the judge of that. DUE WARNINGS: * I'm not one for hasty starts. This is a rollercoaster you gotta climb up before you can dive in head-on. Blame it on an acquired taste

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Sylwyn
the author is doing an excellent job. this is a very interesting take on ghosts and the paranormal. it's also an extremely well edited book. I can't wait to keep on reading and see how it ends.
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A Hundred Words

A QUICK NOTE BEFORE GETTING THE STORY STARTED: Hey there everybody! Wanna know how this story goes? Well, picture Little Women's Jo March meets Ghost Adventures' Zak Bagans about her haunted house, and then she writes a novel about it. Don't know who the heck I'm talking about? Well, lets say this is the story of a young, independent girl used to dealing with things by herself, who is forced to turn for help to a not-so-young, far-from-humble TV celeb used to having always his way. It's a clash of titans turned love story. A challenge for both of them to learn to give in, to understand, to grow, in order to be together. To meet halfway. Far from a horror thriller, it's more of a coming-of-age journey, with a lot of paranormal stuff thrown in the mix as a catalist to push the plot forward... or twist it? You be the judge of that. DUE WARNINGS: * I'm not one for hasty starts. This is a rollercoaster you gotta climb up before you can dive in head-on. Blame it on an acquired taste
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A Little House in the Prairie

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the nightWaiting for the light to comeWhen the demons in your mindRemind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to sayLike a haunting ghost from the graveAnd Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A. I was twenty-five back in the summer of 2023. I was living in Boston and I’d been waiting tables twelve hours a day for six months already, while trying in vain to find a job that would allow me to make ends meet. I couldn’t afford a rent all by myself, so I shared a tiny apartment in Jamaica Plains with two friends. And by the end of June, ruthless math said that such as I was, my dwindling savings wouldn’t last the summer. That was when the diner manager put on his sad face and told me they had to let me go. Great! Now what? I was wandering around, trying to clear my head and c
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Noises and Rumors

The footsteps sounded like somebody was walking down the second-floor hallway to the stairs, then down to the first floor and away toward one of the parlors.I held my breath, frozen in fear, my heart pounding like a drum. Until I recalled where I was: a wooden house in the middle of nowhere. It was the building settling, not a break-in. I rolled over and went back to sleep.It took me a couple of days to get bored of wandering up and down the Manor, exploring every room, studying every painting and every portrait of the Blotters, roaming the garden and the woods down to the Quabbin. It felt like I never had enough of gazing around and breathing deep, to fill my lungs with that pristine air that smelled of trees.The Manor had its particular smell, too. It smelled old, for sure, but it also smelled like home. At least, somebody’s home. I didn’t know why, but I felt welcomed and relaxed there.Monday through Saturday, Susan and Mike came every morning about nine and moved like stealth
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Words from the Other Side

One morning, I went out for a walk earlier than usual, not feeling like being around while Susan and Mike were at the Manor. Don’t ask me why, the moment I got to the Quabbin, I didn’t feel like sitting to listen to some music and just stare into nothingness, like I used to. I felt I needed to learn more about communicating with ghosts and all that, so I decided to watch some of what Trisha had called the pros.I’d noticed that YouTube ghost hunters talked a lot about one Brandon Price, leader of a team called Haunters, like he was the grandfather of paranormal investigation, even over the Warrens and Hans Holzer. A quick search taught me that even though Haunters hadn’t been among the pioneers of that particular TV niche, they already had nine seasons and counting. And they were considered the best of the best.Before subscribing to the streaming platform that hosted all their seasons, I searched for anything about them on YouTube. Didn’t find any episode for free, but I did find a t
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And the Demon in the Basement

Susan and Mike didn’t say a word when they found small motion-activated cat balls in every single room, from the first-floor foyer to the third-floor study. I ignored the look they traded and offered no explanation.After a whole month of living in Blotter Manor, I’d learned that even though the Blotters had their own parallel timeline, the space coordinates remained the same. The cat balls helped me keep from disturbing their routines, like walking into the east parlor while Lizzie was home-schooling the twins, or disturbing Joseph or Edward when they were reading in the library. This way, they only needed to move a hand near any of the balls to trigger the lights and let me know I was intruding in some way. At the same time, they used them to let me know if one of them joined me in a given room. Then the app would tell me who it was.It was nice, getting together with them before dinner. By the end of August, I was almost getting used to the TV turning on by itself, whenever the twi
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Too Many Questions

The thuds went on through the night, about every hour, for as long as the sky remained dark. They sounded like distant muffled bangs from my room upstairs, but they woke me up anyway. Every time I jolted awake, the ball on the chest of drawers near the door would flash, to let me know I wasn’t alone and Lizzie was right there, keeping me safe. That was the only reason why I didn’t sleep in my car.Only by sunrise, when the thuds subsided, I was able to get a few hours of good sleep, so the Collins were already in the house by the time I got up. I came across Mike on the first-floor hallway.“Morning, Mike. I need the basement key,” I said, still rubbing my eyes and feeling exhausted.My voice drew Susan out of the kitchen. “Good morning, Miss Garner. Breakfast is…” She trailed off, noticing her husband visibly upset.“The basement key?” he repeated, taken aback. “I can go get you anything you ne
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The Truth About the Shadow

I settled on the couch across the room from the fireplace and the useless TV and set all my stuff on the coffee table. To compensate for the phone app being off, I opened the new text app.“You guys here?” I asked.“All of us.”I showed them how to use it and left it on the table. A moment later, my eyes were like grapefruits, watching the virtual keyboard being tapped, then the speaker icon.“It’s nice to use full sentences,” said the dull electronic female voice.“Yeah!”It amazed me how they displayed more and more skills to manipulate things. I had no idea if it was because they were growing comfortable doing it in front of me or if they were getting the hang of all this technology that didn’t exist when they were alive. I didn’t care, either. All the way around: it helped me feel I wasn’t crazy, talking to empty rooms and dubious apps.&
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The Voice that Conjured Demons

I found the Collins in the kitchen, talking in whispers while Mike tried to sip a tea before his shaky hands spilled it all on his shirt. Speedwell, no doubt. God knew I needed a gallon.“Go home, guys,” I said to them, feeling so overwhelmed I sounded soft. “Take the rest of the day off.”Susan turned to me like I was a serial killer covered in her mother’s blood.“You talk to them!” she cried. “You talk with the ghosts!”Her accusatory tone took me aback. “Well, yeah. Hard to overlook them, being so many all over the place.”“You’re evil like them!”A chair was roughly knocked down behind me. I didn’t even glance at it.“They’re not evil, Susan. Please go home.”Mike grabbed his wife’s hand and pretty much dragged her out the backdoor, that slammed shut behind them.“Thanks,” I murmured, grabbin
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The Shadow of the Haunter

The thuds went on all night again, so Lizzie came upstairs with me and promised to stay until sunrise, to help me feel safe. Edward was down in the basement, keeping an eye on the shadow, and his last report was that it was in its corner, banging the boards and growling, but he didn’t think it had enough energy to keep it up much longer.“Maybe my fear feeds him too,” I said to Lizzie, getting in bed.“Yes, it’s possible,” she replied.Another reason to face it. I didn’t know why, but I was sure that doing it would help me figure out the whole situation.“We need to contact a medium or something,” I muttered, searching my phone.Of course Trisha was still awake. She freaked out when I told her what was going on, minus the Blotters part, of course, and volunteered to help me find somebody that could at least advise me. She thought I needed the kind of psychic able not only to fe
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One Funky Deal

I couldn’t turn the key to lock the basement door fast enough. Still dizzy, I snatched a soda from the fridge and gulped up half of it right where I stood, feeling I desperately needed a sugar boost.“Are you okay?” asked the tablet by the flashing cat ball.“Yeah, yeah, I just need a minute,” I panted. “And a tea.”“Speedwell,” said the phone.“That’s a great idea.”Five minutes later, I sat at the table, the phone offline on one side, the tablet with both apps open on the other. We lingered there until their dinner time, talking about what had just happened downstairs. Typing still demanded them a lot of time and energy, so Joseph and Lizzie shared the TTS, while Edward used the speaking up and Ann used my phone.What Edward had observed over those few minutes in the basement left me speechless.First of all, now he’d gotten a closer look
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