Haunted Echoes
by Emma Bloom
Release Date: 07/20/15
Summary from Goodreads:
Freak!
Oddball!
Crazy!
Loser!
The world sees Abby as unsavory, making her feel isolated. But she most certainly isn’t alone. Everywhere she turns she hears disembodied voices, sees things move as if by unseen hands. Bullies constantly torment her, threatening what remains of her sanity. Her mother is too busy trying to fix her craziness to see what is truly happening.
Abby is tired of the world around her, and wants nothing more than to escape. When her life spirals out of control, she is invited to Hildebranch Academy, a school for spirited kids like her. Can Abby learn to live a normal life?
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About the Author
Author Emma Bloom, that’s me! I was born in southern Illinois and am the youngest in my family. From an early age I found a great love for reading and dreamed of one day creating books that would capture the minds of young readers. I am an avid lover of all things paranormal, even though I admit I’m the first to duck and cover in a haunted house.
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by Emma Bloom
Release Date: 07/20/15
Summary from Goodreads:
Freak!
Oddball!
Crazy!
Loser!
The world sees Abby as unsavory, making her feel isolated. But she most certainly isn’t alone. Everywhere she turns she hears disembodied voices, sees things move as if by unseen hands. Bullies constantly torment her, threatening what remains of her sanity. Her mother is too busy trying to fix her craziness to see what is truly happening.
Abby is tired of the world around her, and wants nothing more than to escape. When her life spirals out of control, she is invited to Hildebranch Academy, a school for spirited kids like her. Can Abby learn to live a normal life?
Add to Goodreads
Buy Links:
Smashwords│iBooks│Amazon│Barnes and Noble
About the Author
Author Emma Bloom, that’s me! I was born in southern Illinois and am the youngest in my family. From an early age I found a great love for reading and dreamed of one day creating books that would capture the minds of young readers. I am an avid lover of all things paranormal, even though I admit I’m the first to duck and cover in a haunted house.
Author Links:
Website│Goodreads│Facebook
“They're coming for you. I heard them talking...”
Damn. Apparently, her friendly apparition decided to follow her home. Well, this just sucked. Not only did the ghost have to follow her, it had to make her worry about being jumped on the way home. Abby shook off the icy frost that tickled her skin as it raced up her body. The cold made every inch of her body feel as if it were on the verge of some kind of panic attack. And while she wanted to brush the ghost aside, the voice had never been wrong. The spirit had only started talking to her before school started this year, but so far, it seemed to be looking out for her.
Sure enough. “Where you heading, Abby Cadabby?”
Referring to her as a character from Sesame Street did not phase her in the least. Heck, if she were truly some spritely muppet fairy, she'd wave her magic wand and wish herself away from here in a heartbeat. Too bad she left her fairy dust at home today. Abby refused to take their bait. Instead, she continued to walk down the sidewalk, her eyes shuttered against the catcalls which were sure to follow.
“Hey girls, let's show her our favorite spot.”
This time Abby turned her head to look at the girls. Meghan's cronies linked their arms in hers and held her tight so she couldn’t get away from them. Abby's heart started to beat in her throat, and she thought for a moment the fear creeping up her spine was going to make her lose what little she had eaten today.
“I told you. You should have run.” Run? What good would that do? Somehow the brat pack always found her. Shrinking into herself, Abby wished she could find her voice, but as usual, it seemed lost the moment Meghan entered the room. What was it about a bully that rendered one so useless? Abby liked to think it was because Meghan was surrounded by her cronies, but who was she kidding? If it had been Meghan alone, she would have been too frightened to move. This was how she had been conditioned to think over the years.
Damn. Apparently, her friendly apparition decided to follow her home. Well, this just sucked. Not only did the ghost have to follow her, it had to make her worry about being jumped on the way home. Abby shook off the icy frost that tickled her skin as it raced up her body. The cold made every inch of her body feel as if it were on the verge of some kind of panic attack. And while she wanted to brush the ghost aside, the voice had never been wrong. The spirit had only started talking to her before school started this year, but so far, it seemed to be looking out for her.
Sure enough. “Where you heading, Abby Cadabby?”
Referring to her as a character from Sesame Street did not phase her in the least. Heck, if she were truly some spritely muppet fairy, she'd wave her magic wand and wish herself away from here in a heartbeat. Too bad she left her fairy dust at home today. Abby refused to take their bait. Instead, she continued to walk down the sidewalk, her eyes shuttered against the catcalls which were sure to follow.
“Hey girls, let's show her our favorite spot.”
This time Abby turned her head to look at the girls. Meghan's cronies linked their arms in hers and held her tight so she couldn’t get away from them. Abby's heart started to beat in her throat, and she thought for a moment the fear creeping up her spine was going to make her lose what little she had eaten today.
“I told you. You should have run.” Run? What good would that do? Somehow the brat pack always found her. Shrinking into herself, Abby wished she could find her voice, but as usual, it seemed lost the moment Meghan entered the room. What was it about a bully that rendered one so useless? Abby liked to think it was because Meghan was surrounded by her cronies, but who was she kidding? If it had been Meghan alone, she would have been too frightened to move. This was how she had been conditioned to think over the years.
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