Ghost Hunt 2: MORE Chilling Tales of the Unknown
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Authors: Jason Hawes,Grant Wilson
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I dedicate this book to my daughters, Samantha, Haily, and Satori, and my twin sons, Austin and Logan. I love you more than life itself and thank you for every minute you have allowed me to be your father and your friend. You five have made every day of my life truly the best one could ever hope for.
To my wife, Kristen, whom I love endlessly. Since we met in seventh grade, you have never stood in front of me or behind me; you have always been beside me, helping me find my way.
To every member of TAPS, past, present, and future. You are the backbone of this group and what it has accomplished. It has taken sacrifices from us all to push this field ahead.
Last but not least, this book is dedicated to all the people who invest their time in this field. From the skeptics to the believers, from the hunters to the researchers—you are all part of this powerful and unstoppable movement. You should all take a bow for what you have accomplished.
—JASON HAWES
I dedicate this book to my amazing children, Connor, Noah, and Jonah, and to all the future ghost hunters out there. To all children who decide not to be afraid of the dark, but rather to embrace it and own it. To those who boldly conquer ignorance with imagination and intelligence. May you take my torch and carry it farther than I ever could. And, of course, to my lovely wife, Reanna, the very pillar of my life.
—GRANT WILSON
Ghost Hunt
book
with a simple question:
Do you like ghost stories?
Well, it looks like you do. We have received so many letters from readers saying how interesting and spooky the stories are, and many of you have even tried your own ghost hunt investigations. Awesome!
We are so happy to be back with
Ghost Hunt 2: MORE Chilling Tales of the Unknown.
The stories are all based on real cases that we investigated. All the strange events you will read about in here really happened.
As we were working on this book, we wanted to give you a variety of the kinds of investigations to read about. And we have to admit that we think these stories are even spookier than the ones in the first book.
“The Ghosts of Alcatraz” takes place in the most famous prison in the country. It’s a tourist attraction now and no longer used as a jail. Many people have claimed it is haunted. Walking through the dark halls was scary enough, but the sounds we heard coming from the empty cells were even scarier!
“It’s Just a Dream” may be one of the most interesting cases we’ve ever investigated. In that story, a woman has terrifying nightmares. In her dreams, a dark figure is trying to harm her. That sounds bad, right? But what’s worse is that the nightmares come true.
“Restless Spirit” and “Ghost Town” have twists that will surprise you. “Runaway Ghost” and “The Beast in the Dark” might make you feel a little sad for the spirits. “Play Dead” might make you smile.
And “Cries in the Night” may just be the scariest story ever. See if you agree.
Don’t forget to go to
www.GhostHuntBooks.com
so you can see and hear some of the evidence from the cases for yourself.
Then check out the
Ghost Hunt
Expert Guide in the back of the book. It has some advanced tips and two quizzes that will
show you whether you’ve got what it takes to be a real ghost hunter. But we know that you do!
As we always say:
On to the next one!
JASON HAWES
and
GRANT WILSON
“
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here are you? I can’t see you!”
Lyssa stumbled along the rocky seashore. Dense fog wrapped around her with a cold and clammy embrace, so thick that she couldn’t see where she was going. Lyssa could hear the waves pounding against the shore, but she couldn’t see the water through the hazy vapor. She also couldn’t see the other members of the TAPS team, but she knew they were nearby. She had been walking right next to Jason, but the fog had rolled in so fast—all it had taken was a few steps in the wrong direction and they had become separated.
Now she was all alone.
Lyssa waved her flashlight around, trying to see where she was going. But the light showed only the cold, white mist.
“Help us! Somebody, please save us!”
she heard a voice cry out. She tried to turn toward the sound and almost lost her balance on the sharp, uneven rocks. She didn’t recognize the voice, and she couldn’t tell where it had come from.
“Jason, is that you? Where are you? I can’t see you!” Lyssa called.
No answer. She stared into the darkness. There was a light! It appeared to be floating on the water.
Is it a ship?
Lyssa began to go forward again. She walked slowly, trying hard not to slip on the shifting rocks beneath her feet. If she could just get down to the water, maybe she could find Jason and the others.
“Aaaaaah!”
Lyssa’s ankle turned on a large stone. With a sharp cry, she lost her balance and fell to her knees. The flashlight flew from her hand and went skittering away. Pain shot through her from slamming into the jagged edges of the rocks. She toppled over onto her side and lay still for a moment. She could feel the sharp edges of the rocks digging into her body.
Her skinned arms and palms felt sticky—there was some bleeding from her scrapes. She pushed herself upright. Then she flexed her foot and stretched her arms in front of her. At least nothing felt broken.
Careful not to lose her balance again, Lyssa got to her feet. Every part of her body felt battered and bruised. The mist
surrounding her was really getting to her. Beyond the pain from the fall, Lyssa had to admit to herself that she was just plain scared.
Lyssa swallowed hard to keep from crying. Where was the team?
“Aiiieeeee!”
A sudden scream cut through the night. Lyssa’s heart leapt into her throat.
“Help! Somebody, please! Help! Help! HELP!”
a voice cried out. It sounded like a little boy’s.
Then the air around Lyssa seemed to explode with sound. There were voices everywhere in the fog, shouting and calling out words that Lyssa couldn’t understand. And the whole time, there was the sound of the waves, pounding furiously against the shore. Then a deep, weird groaning filled the air.
Something’s being pushed to the breaking point,
Lyssa thought.
But what is it? What?
Earlier that day…
“Got something?” Grant asked.
Lyssa paused in sorting through the TAPS mail.
One of her jobs as the chief interviewer for TAPS (The Atlantic Paranormal Society) was opening the mail. Lyssa
actually liked that part of her job a lot. It meant she was the first person to see anything new and interesting. Today, one particular envelope caught her eye. The name and address were written by hand.
That looks like a kid’s handwriting,
Lyssa thought. It was big but not sloppy.
“I’m not sure yet,” Lyssa answered. She took her letter opener and slit the top of the envelope. Inside were several sheets of binder paper with more of the same handwriting on it. Lyssa pushed the rest of the mail aside and spread the letter out on top of her desk.
The TAPS office was in an old house in Rhode Island. What used to be the living room was now the main work area. Jason Hawes and Grant Wilson had desks along one wall. They faced each other on either side of a brick fireplace. Sitting face-to-face made it easy for the two TAPS founders to talk over cases.
Lyssa’s desk was next to technical manager Jen Shorewood’s. The final two members of the TAPS team, identical twins Mike and Mark Hammond, shared a big worktable along the back wall. Mike was the team’s evidence examiner. Mark was the researcher. Both were tall and serious-looking, with straight brown hair and dark brown eyes. It was really hard to tell them apart.
Grant got up from his desk and leaned over Lyssa’s shoulder so they could read the letter together.
