Ghost Hunters

It started with a dream. In it, John Earl Stark solved the problem of a ghost he met. Or did he? It was a dream, after all.The next day he meets two women who visit his cabin, arriving out of the blue, literally. (Well, one arrived with pitched black darkness which filled his cabin and made her cough.) These two have an offer for Stark. All he really wanted was to enjoy the small cabin and solitude so he could write his detective stories. These ladies had another offer - to help them solve the reasons ghosts don't move on. Plenty of new inspiration for stories, decent pay, won't interrupt his writing schedule. Of course, he could die doing it...Excerpt: When the shimmering cleared, we were in GriffithPark, Los Angeles. Its Observatory parking lot. All was almostpitched black outside the street lights and architectural lightingfor the buildings. The moon was high in the sky, and the L. A. streets twinkled through their own lights as they stretched offtoward the ocean. Behind us, the mountains were dark and nearlyinvisible in their gloom.While we could hear the sirens and street traffic,there was none around us, and the parking lot was bare of cars. 'This isn't just early morning, is it?' Iasked.'No,' Sal said. 'This is two weeks before wewere in your cabin. That moon was a sliver on the horizon when weleft your place and now it's nearly full, high in the sky.'Jude added, 'Different place, a different time.Now, watch.'An apparition shifted from a fog-like mist on thewest side of the parking lot to take a near-solid form. It lookedsolid, real. Except there was something unreal about it. Maybe it wasthe staring eyes and the fact that its feet walked through theparking curbs instead of stepping over them. The straight line it was walking didn't deviate.And it was coming straight toward us.'So this is one of your ghosts you need to dealwith?' I asked,'One of them. Not our worst.' Sal replied.'Worst is what? This one is darned spooky. Itwould keep most people wondering for months of nightmares,' 'True enough. But there are ghosts who are farspookier, and more dangerous.'The specter was a slight young girl, dressed insomething out of the 50's, it looked like. Sweater over a simpleblouse. Full skirt below the knees, bobby-socks, and saddle-backblack-and-white shoes. Her face was blank, her eyes focused onsomething beyond us.She got closer and never saw us or slowed down.She kept going, walking right on through us. I flinched, but thegirls didn't. I turned around to see her dissolve right through thefront wall of the small tourist shop without slowing her pace.Just then, Sal shouted, 'Look out!'I turned to look and there was some cosmicpinwheel-shaped rift in the sky. A few feet off the ground. Justwhere we had seen the girl appear. A red-orange fireball pushed outof it and shot right toward us. Sal grabbed one of my hands at the same time Judegrabbed the other.The view shimmered, just as the fireball wasnearly on us...Get Your Copy Now.