GHOST GAL: The Wild Hunt Read Online Free PDF

it was, those jars had to remain safe and secure. I’ve got to wrap this up before itrealizes that… she started, but even as she wished it otherwise, Alexandra could tell that the ghost realized that in its current state, it was still able to touch the wobbly wooden shelf.
    Too late.
    “Head’s up, Josh!” she shouted as the ghost swooped into another dive, this time headed straight toward the giant glass and wood target in the room.
    Joshua stood between the angry ghost and the shelf with only a wooden baseball bat to defend himself. There was no reason to believe that the wood from his Louisville Slugger would have much effect on the ghost, but sometimes a swinging bat caused an instinctive fight or flight response.
    He swung the bat and the winged ghost veered away.
    Joshua smiled in momentary triumph, but the moment was fleeting. Instead of heading back to safety in the rafters above, the ghost flew in an arc that took him back toward the floor, and the intruders who waited there with far more speed than before.
    This time Joshua decided not to press his luck, especially once he saw the winged beast’s claws bared as well as its mouthful of sharp teeth. The ghost screamed an ear-piercing howl the entire way. Joshua dove out of the ghost’s trajectory, managing to escape the sharp claws by only inches.
    While her fiancé kept the ghost busy, Alexandra got to work. She searched her tool belt for anything that might help her stop the ghost before someone got hurt, or even worse, before the ghost found his way outside of the tower. The fact that it was still stuck in the tower told her that the stone walls that made up the former church had probably been coated with a special glaze or contained a metal that ghosts could not pass through. She had heard stories of such things from her father and others over the years, but this was the first time she had ever seen a practical demonstration.
    Of course, the open hole where the sealed up door had once been was wide open. It would only be a matter of time before her quarry found its way out––unless she stopped it first.
    Her belt held several items she had procured in her travels as well as some hand-me-downs from her father’s own bag of tricks. Through Hans Holzer’s journals, Alexandra had learned much about ghost hunting. Sadly, nothing she carried would work against this angry waterspirit. That meant she had to try other alternatives.
    There were generally three options open to her on a hunt.
    She could destroy the ghost, which was often easier said than done. A water spirit, like the one she faced here, was tough, but the greatest enemy of water was fire. A fire, or excessive heat, could destroy a water spirit. Unfortunately, the absence of anything flammable other than the shelves they were trying to protect made that position a tricky one at best. She kept lighter fluid in her pack, but that alone wouldn’t be enough to stop the ghost she dealt with now.
    Most of the time, she simply set the ghost free from its tether to the Earth and let it roam freely to the afterlife. This was always her preferred choice, but one that had to be weighed carefully. Most of the entities she encountered were scared and simply lashing out in their fear. Freeing them not only ended the threat posed by the wandering spirit, but sent the ghost onward to the afterlife. She wasn’t so certain that would work in this case. The spirit they faced had been imprisoned so long that it seemed little more than a beast.
    That left the third option. Containment and banishment. This option was certainly the most difficult of the three and unfortunately for her, there was no official handbook explaining exactly how to do that. Oh, there were tried and true methods, but not all of them worked on all spirits. Just like the living, the dead came in all shapes, sizes, and creeds.
    This was her first water spirit so she was flying blind.
    Then her eyes fell once again on the shelf full of jars. She