Kindle Edition Download to your Nook (eBook) Amazon Barnes & Noble.com Paranormal Properties Tracy Lane Author Paranormal Properties Category:  Children Publisher: Pants on Fire Press ISBN-10:  0982727178 Type: Fiction Pages: 187 Copyright: March 1, 2013 ISBN-13: 9780982727171 Price: $2.95 (eBook) Jake Weir helps his ghost-hunting parents on their TV show Paranormal Properties. A die-hard skeptic, Jake soon learns he can see and speak with ghosts! Jake Weir, while on the set of his parents ghost hunting TV show, agrees to help a ghost investigate a 61 year-old murder. Jake Weir is not like the other kids in Dusk, North Carolina. Then again, Dusk, Noth Carolina is not like other cities. Known as one of the most haunted cities in America, behind Salem, Massachusetts and New Orleans, Lousisna, Dusk is ground zero for Jake's ghost hunting parents. The Weir family has arrived in Dusk eager to scope out some of the town's 127 reported "paranormal properties,: which just happens to be the name of their own ghost hunting show: Paranormal Properties. What Jake doesn't know, and what his parents could never imagine, is that Jake can see ghosts! And hear them. And talk back to them! This talen comes in handy when he runs into Dusk's oldest, most famous ghost: one Frank Barrone, a one-time lounge singer made famous by his booze-soaked ballad, "Barroom Eyes." Frank was gunned down by a local mobster in 1951 and has been searching for his killer ever since. When he learns that Jake can see and hear him, Frank makes young Jake a deal: if Jake will help Frank find his killer, Frank will help his parents find a ghost to film for their upcoming Halloween Special on Public Access Channel #319. Jake enlists the only friend he's made in Dusk, an overweight tomboy nicknamed "Tank," to help him track down Frank's killer. As clues emerge and old leads heat up, Frank and Jake learn they make quite a team. But will Jake find Frank's killer? And will Frank find a real haunted house in time for Halloween?       Excerpt “Silas…” The voice was eerie, barely above a whisper. Jake paused, his sneaker poised above a grave as he stood in the middle of Dusk Cemetery. It was nearly midnight and he’d grabbed the wrong flashlight before sneaking out of his bedroom window. It had run out of juice halfway through the graveyard, and he’d been blindly stumbling around ever since. The moon was full, but it was frequently obscured by heavy cloud cover and he had to wait until another patch moved through to see very well. He wasn’t scared, so much. Jake had a special relationship with graveyards, and this was far from his first time at the rodeo. Still, it was the first time a headstone had ever talked to him. The voice grew louder. “Silas…” It was a female voice, sounding dark in a way a ghost might: dark and deep and frosty. He risked another step, letting the moonlight guide his path. It was a big cemetery, and well-maintained as cemeteries go. There were headstones everywhere, some leaning, some taller than Jake. “Silas…” Jake turned to the left to follow the sound. It was coming from a massive tombstone two feet taller than he was, and three feet wider. He pointed the flashlight at it, but the beacon was dim, even after he banged it three times on the palm of his hand. Then, suddenly, it lit, falling upon the dead soul’s name: “Rose Colder.” It was there on the gravestone, but the flashlight flickered out just before he could read the dates. “Silas…” came the eerie voice again, so close he could hear the ghost’s lips smacking. But, wait. Did ghosts really have lips to smack? Jake parted his own lips and spoke for the first time since walking into the graveyard. “R-R-Rose?” He hadn’t meant to stutter, but he couldn’t help it. He heard a rasp, or a cough, and then the crunch of dry leaves behind the headstone. “Silas?” was the reply, and then the rustling of cheap plastic against flesh. The clouds broke, the moon shone down, and a giant, yellow monster reared from behind the headstone, smiling. Smiling? “Gotcha!” said the beast, in a boastful, girlish voice. It was a girl, a giant girl, a living girl in a big, yellow raincoat. “W— who are you?” Jake stammered, trying to hold his ground. He had to look up a good four inches to see her face. Her eyes glittered beneath her short, greasy hair. She was heavy, but with her big smile and that cheerful way about her, she looked more nice than scary. “I’m Tank,” she said proudly, inching closer to him with big black and white sneakers crunching over dry, dead leaves. “Who are you?” “Jake Weir,” he said, relieved he didn’t stammer that time. “And who…who’s Silas?” “Don’t you know?” she asked, sitting down on one of the large marble slabs that surrounded Rose Colder’s grave. She patted the one next to him, and he sat, too. He didn’t know why, but even in a graveyard, even after pranking him in her big, yellow raincoat that made her look like a linebacker for an NFL team, this “Tank” girl didn’t scare him. Much. “No,” he replied. Tank frowned. “Rose Colder,” she explained,“snuck out at midnight to meet her boyfriend, Silas Miner, in this very cemetery over a hundred years ago. But Silas’s Dad didn’t approve of his son dating a commoner, so he kept Silas from seeing her and sent a couple of local thugs to teach Rose a lesson. When the thugs showed up, Rose fought back…and lost. They buried her here, and legend has it that every night, at midnight, she rises from her grave to take revenge on the men who ended her life.” “So…so that’s why you were calling me Silas?” Tank nodded, and then slugged him on the shoulder. “What are you doing here,anyway?” Jake shrugged. He didn’t really want to tell her. She pulled a flashlight from her raincoat pocket and flicked it on, right in his eyes. “Hey!” He held up a hand to shield his face. “Wait, hold up.” Tank pointed the beam up. “What’s that on your hat?” Jake blushed. He’d grabbed the hat at the last minute, not thinking about it. He had so many of them, and they all looked alike: black ball cap, neon green writing that spelled “Paranormal Properties.” “You…you work for that TV show? The ghost hunting one?” “You know about it?” Jake was surprised. They’d just gotten into town, and his parents hadn’t even filmed an episode here yet. That’s what he was doing out in the graveyard at midnight, trying to find something extra special for a new episode. Of course, they’d kill him if they found out, but he figured it would be worth it if they finally got more than a handful of people to watch. “Know about it?” Tank shouted. “I watch it every week! You know, the live feed on the web page. We don’t have any local channels that play it.” Jake beamed in appreciation. “Cool,” he said. “So,” Tank urged, nudging his knee with her own. He noticed she was wearing plaid pants under her yellow rain coat. “Do you work for it or what?” “My Mom is the host. My Dad is the cameraman.” Tank gasped and shoved Jake with each word. “No. Way! Get. Out. Of. Town!” She stopped shoving him and stood up instead, yanking him by the sleeve of his T-shirt. Dragging him from the cemetery, she said, “I love your Mom. You have to tell me all about her.” “Where are we going?” he asked, finally regaining use of his feet and catching up to her. She saw him at her side, looked down and let him go. “There’s a diner around the corner, open all night. I’m buying you a hot fudge sundae and you’re going to tell me all about what it’s like to have famous parents.” “Famous?” he chuckled as he followed her past the cemetery gate. His Mongoose bike was sitting there, dry and rusty, just where he’d left it. “Sure thing.” She reached behind some bushes and lifted out a green ten speed with just one hand. They mounted their bikes and, now that he was looking for it, Jake saw the neon sign for the Dusk Diner just around the corner. Yet, something was still bugging him. “Hey,” he said, “what were you doing in the graveyard at midnight?” Tank shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.” “So you went to a cemetery?” She shrugged again, pedaling off. While struggling to catch up, Jake heard her say, “Hey, I met you, didn’t I?”

Rusty Fischer
“Paranormal Properties is a great, family-friendly Young Adult novel about a boy who can talk to ghosts. Equal parts Scooby-Doo, CSI and the Hardy Boys, you will enjoy getting to know Jake, Frank and Tank as much as I did. Now, if only ‘Paranormal Properties’ was a real show I could watch on TV every week…”


~ Rusty Fischer, author of Zombies Don’t Cry


Joyce Godwin Grubbs
A debut novel for young adults by Tracy Lane.

First word of this review is WOW.

Beyond expectation, and I believe a "star has been born." Seriously, this author knows how to "turn a phrase" and her
content is so fresh and unexpected. She does what I wish all writers would do. She takes her time telling the stories
and touches every scene and event with little embellishments that make you realize she "is there" and thus "you are with
her."

One cannot escape the fact that this young adult novel captures the imagination of this seasoned author and I read it in
one sitting with a ridiculous grin on my face. I was surprised by the "far out concept" of the life this family lives
and how she could make you accept its reality. Young Jake, a home schooled teen, and his parents who are caught up in
proving that ghosts exist, comprise the family. Jake is the die hard skeptic but lovingly assists and supports his parents.
They have given up gainful employment to follow their dream of capturing ghosts on their small time, independent film
program, hoping to make the "big time" by eventually capturing a real glimpse of the ghosts and being swept into stardom.
Meanwhile, Jake is their son and also their "go to guy". He is kept busy setting up the shoots, and living the life of a
gypsy with their frequent moves to the locations all over the country that have "ghosts" advertised.

The character of Tank is so engaging and endearing and that's all I am going to say about that; you have to read this book
to learn the inevitable life lessons of a teenage duo that will touch your heart. These roles are so well written you
actually "know" these two people and realize you have "met them somewhere" in your lifetime.

As for the ghost, I would have to say he is certainly the "Ghost with the Most" and I personally could relate to his
character. I related even more so to the character's predicament, and felt relief that the book will undoubtedly be
followed with a sequel and a series. This is one that readers will want to follow, for as strange as it may sound, knowing
it is a "ghost book" and supernatural by definition, I must say the people are so real and the lives so "familiar" it is
like you are reading a book of real people and events. Very entertaining people and events.


I have every confidence that Tracy Lane is up to advancing this series, and that the characters will only become more
endearing, more engaging, and more entertaining. I wish her the best and congratulate her on a job well done.

Joyce Godwin Grubbs
Author from the Grassroots
Greyhound Lady Walking Series

Whitney Lawrence Grady
Better than Scooby-Doo! A sure to be popular book in middle school classrooms everywhere! Students will be asking to read this for AR! It is a super story that keeps you turning the pages!