"Wonderful tale! I am a true readaholic and l love a good supernatural story. I know the protagonist from Berkley Street and I was pleased to get to know him a little better. Great tale and strong characters!" - JustJodi
"Loved the story! As always the characters were amazing and the story was engaging! I can't wait for the next!" - Erika
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"To kill a ghost. The story was easy to follow and was great read. Had I hard time putting it down" - Robert F.
"Great! I've read almost all of Ron Ripleys books and this was fantastic! The story was spooky and kept me wanting more. Cannot wait for the next book! I loved this book and the other series." - M. R.
"This is another good book. It was written well with lots of surprises. The characters are so lifelike. I am looking forward to reading the next book as soon as it is available. Keep them coming. Thank you for writing them for our enjoyment." - Reader
"This series just keeps getting better! I read this in one day (& I'm a slow reader). It was THAT good. The tension & suspense kept building higher & higher until the denouement" - Jaimee
"I really like how Shane Ryan's character is fleshing out and becoming even more interesting. He is smart, tough, and willing to do the hard job. He's even a hero of sorts, at least a dark one." - C.M.
"LOVED IT!!!!!! The best yet!!!!! I've read many lighthouse horror stories but this has to be one of the best. There is so much thought put into this story!!!!! It's so original and Shane is like the best hero. He's a real flawed man but I wouldn't want anyone else on my side fighting ghosts!!! Can't wait for the next book!!!!!" - Reader
From the Inside Flap
The dawn was breathtakingly beautiful, and for that Mike Puller was extremely thankful. The strong, powerful scent of the Atlantic was heavy in his nose as the waves pounded against the boulders of Squirrel Island. Behind him, the Lighthouse stood tall and majestic. The keeper's house, which was painted the same stark white as the lighthouse, was empty.
Waiting. Mike thought, shuddering. Waiting for me.
He reached his hand into the breast pocket of his work shirt and removed the letter he had written. The short note was tucked into an envelope, which in turn was sealed in a pair of Ziploc sandwich bags.
For a moment, Mike held the letter, the plastic cool and thin beneath his fingers. Finally, he sighed, put the letter on the pier beside him, and put a large stone on the bag. The light gray of the rock contrasted sharply with the dark wood of the pier. The construction was new, not yet weathered by Atlantic storms or the Nor'easters which come down from Canada. A light wind came in from the east, but not enough to do more than flutter the loose edge of the sandwich bag.
Mike got to his feet and quickly undressed. The early June air was surprisingly warm. He folded each item of clothing as he took it off and soon he had a neat, tidy pile beside the gray stone.
He climbed down from the pier, stepped onto a large boulder, and then strode into the piercing cold of the ocean. Instantly he shivered, his body attempting to rebel against the sudden change of temperature. His flesh seemed to crawl and pucker simultaneously. At first, his legs refused to move, his hands gripping at the stones. Each and every muscle urged him to step back towards the lighthouse. Self-preservation screamed at him to get out of the Atlantic.
Mike ignored it, and overrode the need to live.
He couldn't stay on Squirrel Island.
No, Mike thought, stepping further out. She made that perfectly clear.
His foot slipped, and he plunged down into a crevice. For a moment, he struggled to free himself, the surface of the water only inches from his head. A wave rolled in, pushed him back, and Mike relaxed.
It's easy, he told himself.
Michael Patrick Puller opened his mouth and inhaled.