Trudy Hicks Ghost Hunter
Case Two-The Kept
Lori Zaremba
Genre: Paranormal Mystery
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Date of Publication: 5/28/2019
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Book Description
If anyone tells you hunting ghosts is less dangerous than chasing down real-life criminals, they’re wrong. Very, very wrong.
Case two takes us to a New Jersey Shore Inn. A beautiful, yet dead opera singer seems to be begging for help, but her pleas do nothing but terrorize the locals.
While trying to decipher the clues to her 1919 disappearance, uncovering hair-raising horrors, it becomes clear that Jason and I no longer see eye-to-eye.
Jason wants me to stop meddling with the supernatural. He wants me to stop risking my life by interacting with demons and spirits.
What he doesn’t understand is this is my life. These tortured souls need my help in order to move on. How do I walk away from that—from them?
But the better question is—how do I walk away from him?
Trudy Hicks Ghost Hunter Case One- The Deceit
Excerpt 1
The wind was
knocked out of her, and she had landed hard. Somewhere nearby, it was breathing
heavily. She had to listen over the short gasps for air that passed her lips
and the barking dog that was ramming against the other side of the locked door.
Trudy lay there frozen, exhausted…but not ready to die. Finally able to
breathe, she sucked in the precious air that her body denied her a minute ago
and realized a couple of ribs might have broken. She could taste the blood from
the gash on her upper lip.
Knowing she had
to find her way out of the room, Trudy got shakily to her feet and craned her
neck to look for a weapon, anything she could use to hurt or at least distract
the invisible demon that was attacking her. Ducking out of the way of a lamp
that flew through the air in her direction and a pair of projectile
candlesticks that impaled the wall behind her, she quickly dove to crouch
beside a desk where she had been working just a few minutes earlier.
What the hell
happened? A voice screamed inside her head over the snarl of her attacker. She
and Dana were packing up to leave. They had helped the troubled spirit of John
Thomas crossover, and the priest was blessing the house. Everything was
peaceful. It was one of the most straightforward investigations to date. She
even called Jason, who was coming to help her wrap up before taking her to his
friend’s cottage on a nearby lake, telling him to take his time. She truly
believed she had everything under control.
Rocky, the dog
she recently rescued, was now howling, and she could hear Dana calling to her.
Both sounded distraught. She knew if a miracle didn’t happen soon, she might be
a goner.
Trudy felt the
dark, rotten energy coming toward her again in a rush. Overcome by the smell of
sulfur that made her gasp and stung her eyes, she willed her broken body to
tumble under a nearby table then roll again when the thing picked that up and
slammed it down, nearly crushing her.
Jumping
awkwardly to her feet, mindless of her pain, Trudy felt a low vibration.
Pictures from the wall and books from the shelves came at her at a high rate of
speed. It took every bit of focus she had to block the onslaught of household
items now being used as weapons of mass destruction. Trudy noticed a crucifix
that had been hanging on the wall sailing past her on her right, and she
grabbed it before dropping and crawling between the couch and coffee table. She
could feel the vise-like grip around her ankle. Now what? She kicked her free
leg in the hope of making some contact but found only air.
It pulled her
rapidly toward the center of the room.
“Let go of me,
you bastard!” Grabbing on to one of the desk legs, Trudy held on with every bit
of strength she had left, but whatever was yanking her was too strong and
pulled her free. Watching in awe and horror as the desk rocketed to the
ceiling,where it hung suspended. With the crucifix still in her hand, she
bellowed, “Stop in the name of Jesus Christ.”
The activity stopped for a short, sweet moment, and Trudy sucked in a
shaky breath.
A low rumbling
started, and before she knew it, the coffee table and sofa lifted to join the
desk on the ceiling directly above her.
She weakly held
up the cross again and watched in horror as the furnishings dropped loudly,
piece by piece in rapid succession to the floor, nearly missing her as she
awkwardly somersaulted out of the way. Trudy, lying in the fetal position in
among the busted furniture, waited for the next attack. The room was quiet and
still. She tried to climb to her knees, but the pain in her midsection stopped
her. Suddenly lightheaded, she gasped for air as nausea consumed her.
The energy in
the room changed, and a swirling mist appeared to gather around her. Am I
dying? The images around her grew fuzzy. From somewhere behind, she heard a
loud bang, and before she knew what was happening, she was tumbling into open
space.
Lori Zaremba is a full-time Internet Sales Manager and writes Web Content as well as providing Copy Editing for businesses in the Greater Pittsburgh Area. Lori has published short ghost stories on Your Ghost Stories, as the Haunted_Cleaner and on her website lorizaremba.com
On her website, lorizaremba.com, Zaremba refers to herself as the ghost magnet and briefly describes her encounters with departing spirits.
Lori began writing her fiction story as a creative offering of why a ghost would haunt. Before long the story became a novel Case One: The Deceit in the Trudy Hicks Ghost Hunter series.
Lori currently lives in the suburbs of Pittsburgh with her husband Wayne and two fur babies Jaxson and Stewie.
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