Southern Ghost Hunters 02 - Skeleton In The Closet - Plot & Excerpts
The ghost streaked past, a wall of terror and pain and rage.It would have slammed right into me.Obviously, this was not a talking ghost. This was an attacking one, and it was very, very angry. I braced myself against a row of hardbacks, my heart threatening to beat clean out of my chest. "Ha," Frankie's disembodied voice said against my ear, the shock of it jolting my last frayed nerve. "Stoutmeyer was right. This one's more animal than human."It was an easy thing to say—even simpler to dismiss a person without giving them a chance. I had to admit I was tempted to go along with the group's view after what I'd just seen. Except that Stoutmeyer had said he'd talked to it.Crazy, rampaging, beastly ghosts didn't stop to chat, did they?I crept closer to the edge of the bookshelf once more, wondering if I had the courage to peek around the corner.This ghost had witnessed Darla's murder. He'd been aware for long enough to notice and care about what happened in the living world. That was more than we could say for the poker-playing ghosts or the nurse I'd met."Aw, no," Frankie grumbled as I neared the aisle.
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