Reuniting Beloved Characters
Welcome to Sunday Blog Share. Today, we’re going to be talking about the reunion of a group of beloved ghost hunters who got in a little too much trouble in their first adventure.
The Ghosties came to mind when someone mentioned to me that there were a lot of hauntings where I live. Not that I needed that reminder, what with the mysterious shadow that dashed past my living room window once a year, around the time of the Battle of Chickamauga. Of course, the fact that we lived a mere twenty miles from the location of that infamous Civil War Monument might have had a lot to do with the paranormal activity hereabouts.
While we’ve never solved the mystery of what ghost haunted the exterior of our home once a year, the Ghosties have had much better luck in tackling the supernatural around this same area. However, after their fiasco following the defeat of the fire demons in Ghosties Trouble To The Max, this intrepid crew of ghost hunters has a reputation to retrieve and there isn’t much time to do it.
A gift to know when people are in trouble of the ghostly type puts Hailey Hatmaker in the middle of a major problem—one that winds up getting her into more hot water than she can handle. In true Hailey Hatmaker fashion, she dives into what turns out to be a battle with Limbo, her number one nemesis.
Can Hailey rescue two friends before it's too late? Or is she forever condemned to losing to Limbo?
No adult in Landry, Georgia would ever admit a teen can do something right. Not a one, for then they would have to 'fess up to the teens being able to make their own decisions. The people in charge just plain ignored any good thing teens did.
Then I saw a problem, one I couldn't say a word about. All I could do is stand to one side and watch as disaster loomed.
I was the last person with Maren Dougless and Zac Morton Friday afternoon at the high school. What I saw of their auras – green with a black outer edge – scared me right down to my toes. As if that wasn't bad enough, since black represented death, and green meant vibrant life, in addition the center of those auras each had a reddish eye in the center with sickly yellow streaks arcing throughout it.
About the K.C. Sprayberry
Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.
She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Those who know her best will tell you that nothing is safe or sacred when she is observing real life. In fact, she considers any situation she witnesses as fair game when plotting a new story.
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