The
Ghost's Daughter
The
Army Brat Hauntings Book 1
by
Cary Herwig
Genre:
YA Paranormal
New
schools.
New
friends.
No
money.
Life
as an Army Brat is always challenging. Especially when you’re being
haunted.
In
the summer of 1956, in the midst of the Cold War, Vivien Brewer, army
brat, moves with her family to Camp Breckinridge. She and her sister
join friends exploring a nearby abandoned hospital. She’s been told
not to go there, but the rumors of treasure prove too great a
temptation. What she finds is the spectral revenant of a World War II
nurse who wants something and expects Vivien to deliver. Soon she’s
in mortal danger, and so are her family and friends. If she can’t
deliver what the ghost demands, no one is safe.
Vivien tries
to get help, but her father and doctor think her hallucinations must
be hormonal. Only her mother knows better—because Vivien inherited
a gift from her. Refusing to run or hide, Vivien embarks on the
greatest adventure of her young life—and quite possibly, the last
one.
Close the doors. Shut the blinds. Turn out the lights.
This is a book best read after dark. Just make sure no one is peering
over your shoulder…
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CARY
HERWIG is a retired archivist living in Oklahoma. She grew up
as an army brat moving every year or two. She writes science
fiction, fantasy, horror, and mystery under different names and has
published both novels and short fiction for several decades.
She lives in Oklahoma with her husband, but gets restless every few
years, wondering if it’s
time to move again.
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. . With a start, she saw her reflection in the glass, knowing in an
instant it didn’t look like her. When she blinked the image faded.
The others had moved on and when she glanced around, she was alone.
She
caught up with the others hurrying along the corridor, hoping the
next outer door would be open. The second one opened and, first
looking up and down the road, they piled down the wooden steps. They
ran for a while but slowed to a fast walk as the noontime heat got to
them.
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