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The Invisible Mummy was having another bad day.
 
He’d been causing disturbances at the used car dealership, making mild bits of mayhem by disconnecting computers from wall sockets, smearing windows with bandage grease and pushing Mini Coopers out of their parking spaces. But the inattentive car dealers were too bored, distracted or hungover to notice his disruptions….. http://bit.ly/2uq3By8
 

Source: I Was A Teenage Ghost Hunter II by Brian K. Henry With Author Q & A

Traveling Across Pages

i was a teenage ghost hunter

*I was given this ebook by the author in exchange for an honest review.  All thoughts are my own and were not influenced by anyone.*

RATING *3/5 STARS*

I Was a Teenage Ghost Hunter was a fun read.  Devin is a high school student who has the ability to see ghosts.  His friends encourage him to investigate and utilize his ability, especially when there is a seemingly ghostly presence on the abandoned Rousten estate.  In addition, supernatural happenings start occurring throughout their town.  With his friends’ help and the encouragement of Emily, Devin’s crush, they seek to discover what exactly is causing supernatural occurrences, how to stop them and finally bring peace to their town.

Between the equipment they used and their in-this-together spirit, Devin and his friends Rex and Clive reminded me of a cross between the Three Musketeers and the Ghostbusters.  I wanted a group of friends like…

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I Was a Teenage Ghost Hunter II – Now available for Kindle!
 
Devin has to deal with a creepy séance, a meeting with a forest phantom and a haunted Victorian lantern before he can get to the bottom of the strange circumstances around the Holster haunting.
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Source: I Was A Teenage Ghost Hunter by Brian Henry

Langston grimly watched the sad-looking clowns go through their routines. The dire moon, with its grey valleys and thin ponds of aquamarine goo, had enough difficulties, the inhabitants eking out an existence from mined stones and subsisting on common dehydrated fruits and flat slabs of compressed meat simulations, without being reminded of the drearier side of life by downbeat performances.

Moon Clown:

Continued: The Clowns of the Moon

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I was connected with an up and coming author through Twitter. His name is Brian Henry, and he seems like a pretty awesome dude. He introduced me to his science fiction/fantasy novel I Was a Teenage Ghost Hunter, which I was more than excited to read because I absolutely love the paranormal. I used to love watching shows like Ghost Hunters, and I am especially a fan of the 80’s classic movie Ghostbusters!! This type of book was right up my alley, and I can say that I was not at all disappointed. This book was hilarious, as well as scary with a lot of depth and creativity all rolled into one.

This story starts out with Devin, who is a low-key average teenager, except for the fact that he can see spirits. His friends start to notice that his ability, or his blanking out episodes, have started…

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“Bet they got ‘em an awesome snack bar on that thing.” Prusella smacked her gum, her eyes on the aerodynamic FlashMychat capsule in the pink-and-cranberry Tour Launch Aerodome.

“That all you can think about?” groused Dexter. “Food? You got your dim brain fixated on food. This is space you’re going into. Why don’t you get your mind on bigger things?” Dexter scratched the bulging stomach-covering portion of his powder-blue polo shirt. “Like…dog nebulas…or some circumference of something.”

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When you can’t live up to your license plate

and your taco’s the color of burnt sponge,

your subscription to Beard Man’s expired,

and stray women in Kansas unfriend you

the empty Cheeto bag holds no response,

the deflated roadside doughnut gapes in vain,

no two red vagrants lean at the same stance

and small mammals expose drab rearward views,

the state is not the low road that you know

but another with less yellow and more stone

exposing legless fish to winter sun

and flattening viable cops to crumbs.