The Ghost and the Silver Scream by Bobbi Holmes,Anna J. McIntyre (Haunting Danielle Book 24)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.8 MB
Bobbi Holmes is the author of the Haunting Danielle series, which includes the novels The Ghost of Marlow House, The Ghost Who Loved Diamonds, and The Ghost Who Wasn’t. Under her full name, Bobbi Ann Johnson Holmes, she has written a number of nonfiction titles, including Havasu Palms: A Hostile Takeover and Where the Road Ends. She also writes adult-themed fiction under the nom de plume Anna J. McIntyre. Bobbi lives in Lake Havasu City, Arizona, with her husband of forty-plus years, their Australian shepherd Lady, and Spooky the Halloween Cat.
“I know that door was locked,” Danielle muttered, her eyes wide as she stared at the stranger. Neither Walt nor Chris had gotten up from the table, but instead remained in their chairs, turned toward the intruder.
The man glanced around the kitchen curiously, unfazed by the pit bull still barking at him. After taking full inventory of the room, he looked to Danielle and smiled. “I didn’t come through the door.” He then reconsidered his words and laughed, adding, “On second thought, I suppose I did.”
The next moment the man abruptly took several steps backwards, disappearing through the door, and then in the next moment he reappeared.
“See?” he said cheerfully. “The lock was no problem.”
“You’re a ghost,” Danielle blurted.
Hunny, now silent, sat down and stared at the ghost, cocking her head from side to side, while Max looked up, annoyed, his sleep having been disturbed by the canine barking.
“And you can see me,” the stranger said, sounding surprised. He looked from Danielle to Walt and Chris. “And you can too. I hadn’t expected that.” He walked over to the empty chair and sat down, which fortunately for him had already been pulled out from the table, since he had not yet learned to harness energy and move objects.
“Who are you…and why are you here?” Walt demanded.
Instead of answering the question, the ghost looked from Walt to Chris, then Danielle and back to Walt. “I have heard there are people like you who can see ghosts, but I’ve never encountered one before. Are all of you alive? I know Walt Marlow is alive.” He turned to Danielle and added, “and I just assumed you’re Danielle Marlow, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe you are someone else. A dead someone.” He turned to Chris and asked, “Are you a ghost?”
“No, we’re all alive. But how do you know who I am?” Walt asked.
“You’re the reason I’m here,” the stranger explained.
“Me?” Walt frowned.
“Who are you?” Chris asked.
“Who I am is not as important as why I’m here,” the man explained. “And since you all can see me, then there is no reason for me to stick around once I tell you why I had to come.”
“Why is that?” Danielle asked.
“I want to prevent a murder,” the ghost said.
“Murder? Whose murder?” Danielle asked.
The man shrugged. “That’s the problem. I’m not sure. It could be several of them. Or none of them. But who knows, maybe all of them, considering I certainly didn’t see it coming.”
“Didn’t see what coming?” Chris asked.
The ghost looked at him. “Why, my murder, of course.”