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The Book of Blackthorne

Hunting GhostsFrom Hunting Ghosts: Thrilling Tales of the Paranormal edited by Buck Weiss. Story by Dorraine Fisher

The curious box had been sitting on the coffee table until the quiet of evening when she could finally focus her attention on it. She set her tea cup on the table and plopped down onto the sofa and bent over, staring down into it for a moment. She pulled the other items from the box: the comb, the hand mirror and the perfume bottle, and held them up to the dim evening light, wondering about the person to whom they might have belonged. What kind of person had owned these things and then given them away? These had obviously once been the possessions of a woman, sadly finding their way into an old antique shop where no one would ever know the story behind them. She set the items carefully onto the table and focused her attention on the mysterious book.

She smiled as she stared down at it for a moment, drinking in the refined detail of its hand-crafted cover. Her eyes followed every stitch and curve of its design. It was truly a work of art, she thought, pleased with her purchase.

Suddenly realizing that she had never actually looked inside the book when she bought it, she pulled the box closer and reached in and gripped its sides firmly with both hands.

“Ouch!” she cried. Out of nowhere her eyes dilated to almost fully black as she felt a quick jolt of electricity surge through her fingers like lightning bolts. She quickly dropped the book back into the box and gripped her hands tightly in pain. “What the heck was that?” She stared down at the book again, scowling, with her hands held upright in the air, fingers spread apart. She was afraid to touch anything now.

“It must be really bad static electricity,” she said, grimacing still from the lingering pain in her fingers. She rubbed her hands again in an attempt to reduce the remaining sensation of pins and needles, and stared down at the book for a moment, confused.

But curiosity slowly crept into her mind. She lowered her hands slowly, just short of touching the book again, but then hesitated. Surely that shock was just an isolated incident, she thought. It wouldn’t possibly shock her like that again. She took a deep breath and slowly allowed her index finger to lightly touch its soft surface.

What happens next? Read Hunting Ghosts: Thrilling Tales of the Paranormal to find out!

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