A gift to know when people are in trouble of the ghostly type puts Hailey Hatmaker in the middle of a major problem – one that winds up getting her into more hot water than she can handle. In true Hailey Hatmaker fashion, she dives into what turns out to be a battle with Limbo, her number one nemesis.
Can Hailey rescue two friends before it's too late? Or is she forever condemned to losing to Limbo?
No adult in Landry, Georgia would ever admit a teen can do something right. Not a one, for then they would have to 'fess up to the teens being able to make their own decisions. The people in charge just plain ignored any good thing teens did.
Then I saw a problem, one I couldn't say a word about. All I could do is stand to one side and watch as disaster loomed.
I was the last person with Maren Dougless and Zac Morton Friday afternoon at the high school. What I saw of their auras – green with a black outer edge – scared me right down to my toes. As if that wasn't bad enough, since black represented death, and green meant vibrant life, in addition the center of those auras each had a reddish eye in the center with sickly yellow streaks arcing throughout it.
That was more than enough to make any person run for the hills, but I'm Hailey Hatmaker, Ghost Catcher extraordinaire. After many, many years of catching ghosts, I didn't want two good friends to suffer that fate, but I had a big problem.
Everyone who was anyone would argue with me, ignore my simple requests to look for Maren and Zac, do anything to ignore all the good they'd done bringing fame to our small town with their singing, and then certain people would claim they had brought this upon themselves.
The reason for this teensy little problem?
Way back in seventh grade, I led the Ghosties. We did a fine job dispatching ghosts-- until Limbo made his presence known. He aided a bunch of unrepentant water demons. This apparition turned the whole town against us. A few of the Ghosties moved away, and those left wouldn't cooperate with me, except one.
It was once pointed out to me I should like Limbo, because he and I had the same problem. Neither of us fit in with everyone else. But I hate that spook with every ounce of my being, and I'll take care of him one day.
"Later, Hailey," Maren yelled and waved over her head. "See you Monday."
All I could do as she and Zac drove off in his cherry red Mustang convertible was wave and hope I was wrong. Trouble was, I had never been wrong when I saw a bad aura in the past, and this time it appeared as if I would have the heartbreaking job of finding them, since the cops wouldn't listen to me.