Chasing Your Ghost

CopyrightDedicationPrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24Chapter 25Chapter 26Chapter 27Chapter 28Chapter 29Chapter 30Chapter 31Chapter 32Chapter 33Chapter 34Chapter 35Chapter 36AcknowledgmentsAbout the Author Copyright © 2023 The First Page (Pty) LtdAll rights reserved. Neither this book, nor any parts within it may be sold or reproduced in any form without permission.Published by The First Page (Pty) LtdThis is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to provide authenticity, and are used fictitiously. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.Paperback ISBN: 978-0-6397-7461-9E-book ISBN: 978-0-6397-7462-6 To my family and friendsThank you for supporting me even when I wouldn’t let you read any of my books. My fear of eternal and unrelenting humiliation is still ever-present, but your support remains unwavering. prologueAsher swore as his car pulled to the side. This was the last thing he needed.Ella had called him after another one of her nightmares, and he’d had to drag himself out of bed to drive to her house. If her parents were around, she wouldn’t have needed to rely on her best friend, but they were away more than not, so the burden often fell to him.Not that he thought of it as a burden, but sometimes he selfishly wished he didn’t have to give up hours of sleep to comfort his friend. Noah and Chris would be the first to tell him he needed to stop rushing off to her house whenever she called, but they didn’t understand. They’d never seen the haunted look in Ella’s eyes after she’d 1“This is stupid,” Riley said to the ghost standing next to her. “For the hundredth time, why couldn’t I just post the letter?”Her father sighed, tired of hearing those words repeatedly for the past two days. He placed a gray-tinged hand on her shoulder, and though she couldn’t feel the weight or warmth of it, she drew comfort from the gesture.Riley knew that her father couldn’t feel the oppressive humidity or the searing heat that pressed against her skin, that he couldn’t smell the scent of freshly cut grass like she could, that he could feel nothing beneath his palm and fingers. His non-corporeal hand would have slipped right through her shoulder if he hadn’t gained some control over his form since his spirit had first appeared in their New York