Ann has been a writer since junior high, but topay the bills she has waited tables, delivered newspapers, cleaned other
people's houses, taught school, and had a stint as a secretary in a rock-n-roll
radio station. She also worked as a 911 operator and a police dispatcher.
Her fiction began to win awards during her college days. Since then she's
published several short stories, novels, and novellas. She’s always reading and
always writing, but even if she never sold another story, Ann would not stop
writing. For her it's a necessity, like breathing. Most of the time, it even
keeps her sane.
No matter who dares you, no matter what lures
you, do not go in the spooky old house…
you, do not go in the spooky old house…
When a small planes crashes behind Jase's rural home, the ghost of the pilot
begins to haunt him. Jase can't figure out what to do until the day he sees his
classmate, Stevie-girl, enter the legendary haunted house. That's when he
decides if anyone can help him solve the mystery, she's the one.
Snippet:
It was the late 60s. The Beatles had washed across America like a
British tsunami, Vietnam was a grainy, green and black dose of unreality on the
evening news, a bunch of hippies had taken over San Francisco, and there was a
heck of a rainstorm pouring down on Woodstock. But I didn’t know all that then.
I was a little bit lost, looking for something. I swear I didn’t go looking for
a ghost…well, okay, maybe I did. But I didn’t expect to find one. Heck, I was
just a kid. I didn’t expect much of anything.
British tsunami, Vietnam was a grainy, green and black dose of unreality on the
evening news, a bunch of hippies had taken over San Francisco, and there was a
heck of a rainstorm pouring down on Woodstock. But I didn’t know all that then.
I was a little bit lost, looking for something. I swear I didn’t go looking for
a ghost…well, okay, maybe I did. But I didn’t expect to find one. Heck, I was
just a kid. I didn’t expect much of anything.
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