Description:

Now they must race against time to prove their innocence by trying to make sense of ghostly text messages, crazed drivers determined to run them off the road and an enraged spirit seeking revenge for his untimely death. Their investigation draws them into a world of seedy mobsters, millionaire pirated movie producers, a gutter journalist looking for a story at any cost, and the grumbling spirits of an English stately home.

But it’s all just another night’s work for The Spookies team in this supernatural mystery that will tickle your funnybone while doling out a healthy measure of goosebumps.

Excerpt:

“Quiet,” Scepter interrupted urgently. “I thought I heard something.”

With the total blackness of a foggy night on the outside and the meager lighting on the inside, the hall had taken on a new, more sinister aura. Faces on portraits lining the grand staircase had developed a Baskervillian air, as if they were ready to leap from their frames and tear out the living hearts of anyone foolhardy enough to pass. At the top of the curving staircase, distant lamps cast elongated shadows of banister rails, like the grotesque bars of a supernatural prison that held unspeakable horrors for the unwary inmate. From outside came the moan of the wind, a barren cry across a desolate landscape, augmented by the solemn cry of whalesong from Kevin’s CD player.

Then, into the night came a far and distant bump that might have been a rumble of thunder, or the movement of furniture closer to home.

Silence hung in the tense air: a nerve-racking stillness, broken only by the cry of the moorland wind and the sound of whales.

Pete strained his ears. “Will you shut that row up?”

“I haven’t said anything,” Kevin protested.

“Not you; that crap on your CD player.”

The immensity of the entrance hall, its age, grandeur and dark corners—particularly its dark corners—gave Kevin the jitters. Glad to be out of it, he hurried back into the cafeteria, and made for the CD player. He was halfway there when the machine ejected the CD and threw it across the room at him like a razor-edged discus, its polished surface glittering in the half-light of the room.

Customer Reviews: