She's Still Here: Paranormal Investigator Series Book One
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When the dead speak, Kate listens.
Kate is new in town. Jane has been there for what seems like forever. Can Kate find out the truth? The one that is keepi
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She's Still Here - Caitlin Alexander
Copyright © 2022 by Caitlin Alexander
All rights reserved.
Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intentional unless otherwise stated.
Publisher: Monarch Educational Services, LLC
Developmental Editor by Kelly Martin; Lead Editing by Haley Hwang
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To Ian, Lexi, and Landon
She’s Still Here
Kate Sablowsky Paranormal Investigator Series
Book 1
Caitlin Alexander
Monarch Educational ServicesContents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
She’s Still Here Reader’s Guide
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Untitled
Light filtering in dark school hallwayPrologue
Adoor slammed, shattering the stillness of the empty Ravendale Middle School.
I heard it from the seventh-grade hallway, the sound bouncing off the lockers on either side of me. From any outside entrance, it would only take a person twenty seconds to reach the chem lab where it happened.
I shot to attention, punching the record button on my camera as firmly as I could. I shoved it in my backpack and left the compartment unzipped. Good video wasn’t necessary, but the audio had to be clear.
I kept my eyes glued toward the direction of the sound. Armed with only a softball bat, I inched backward and positioned myself in front of my friend, spreading my arms wide to shield her from the approaching evil. Pounding footsteps filled the hall.
The only other movement came from particles of dust floating around us, made visible by a single fluorescent light above. The rest of the hallway was dark. I shuddered, thinking of what was about to emerge from that darkness.
We’ll be okay. Everything is going to be okay,
I whispered, not believing my own words for even a second.
The steps drew closer. They belonged to a murderer—a killer who had stolen the life of a child and was now on the way to meet us.
Chapter One
The walls of my new bedroom were stark white, like that place Michael Myers escaped from in the beginning of Halloween. It didn’t help that they formed a perfect square too.
Great. A cell.
Mom said the wide-plank chestnut floors were original to the house, built in the 1920s. Those were something, at least. She’d had a handyman sand and restain them before we moved in, so they’d look darker and more polished. But I still planned to cover them up with my black fuzzy rug to stress to Mom how little I wanted to be there.
I dug in the back pocket of my jeans and pulled out my phone. With a click, I snapped a picture of the bleak white cube that was my room. I dropped the photo in the text thread with Bailey, my best friend back home in Illinois. More home
than this place anyway. I rolled my eyes as I typed.
Here we go again.
Sent. I hoped she would respond right away and not make me wonder if she’d already found better friends to replace me. Couldn’t blame her though. I was the one who’d left.
My four-poster bed, mattress, and bookshelf were all that had made it off the moving truck into my cell so far. The room was stuffy, which wasn’t shocking for the second-to-last week of August. I flung my heavy purple duffel bag onto my naked mattress. It was packed with all of my favorite old movies, some on DVD, some on videotape. Everyone streamed the movies they watched, but I’d always hung onto the hard copies of the classics.
I picked up my VHS copy of The Shining and placed it on my shelf, a tinge dusty from the move. My horror films deserved the prime spot in this room, like they had in all the others. These worn-out cases had sat on this shelf in so many different rooms. They deserved better. I deserved better.
My phone buzzed with Bailey’s response. A face-palm emoji.
Glad we are in agreement.
Kate, can you move your bags out of the entryway?
Mom’s deep, authoritative voice echoed up the stairs. The movers want to get your desk off the truck!
All of northeast Iowa would know that voice before long.
My mom was that Maria Silver. Except Silver wasn’t even her real name. Our last name was Sablowksy, but that was never punchy enough for TV. As an evening news anchor, she went by Silver, her mom’s—my bubbe’s—maiden name. Everywhere we lived, people recognized her at the store. I’d always just been Maria Silver’s daughter,
quiet and awkward with dishwater-blond, frizzy hair.
I played along. The truth was, my mom was pretty cool, minus all the moving for higher-ranking TV jobs. It had always been the two of us. My dad had never been around, but I didn’t let that wreck my childhood or anything. Mom was smart—funny, too, when she wasn’t talking about the news. It didn’t hurt that she pretty much let me watch whatever movies I wanted, even though I was only twelve. She knew I always told her the truth about the important stuff in life and kept up good grades. Also, I’d gotten fairly decent at making my own dinners, so she didn’t need to come home from work on dinner breaks.
You’re a keeper,
she always told me. She was too.
Even so, I couldn’t believe it when she’d said we were moving to Ravendale, Iowa, after only two years in Peoria, Illinois, where Mom had been the weekend news anchor. When the opportunity came to take the main weeknight anchor gig in Ravendale, she said it was too good to pass up.
C’mon, Kate, I’ll have weekends free!
she’d practically begged. We can go on hikes and take short trips, just like we’ve always talked about. You know I’ve never had weekends off before.
I’d objected, but she was like a dog with a bone. Before I knew it, there were commercials airing, welcoming Maria Silver to the Iowa airwaves.
Ravendale was a tiny town about thirty miles south of the Minnesota border with more farm fields than roads. I thought of that movie Field of Dreams. Mom had made me watch that ahead of our move, because it took place in Iowa. The guy created his own baseball field in his backyard because there was literally nothing else to do there. And that’s where I found myself. Same spot, just short a baseball field. My first day of seventh grade was the following day with kids who thought this little farm community was normal.
BOOM.
This good, ma’am?
one of the movers asked as he plopped my desk against the wall opposite my bed. I smirked, picturing Mom hearing the sound and worrying about the precious floors.
Sure, thanks,
I managed, squelching another quick wave of self-pity.
It’s all coming together, kiddo!
Mom said as she walked past the mover and into my room. She darted a glance at where he had slammed the desk. It must have been okay because her gaze returned to me. She didn’t have any of her TV makeup on, but her perfect skin glowed. Sometime earlier that day, she’d pulled her unwashed blond curls in a ponytail and still managed to look cute. We’ve just got to track down the box that has our sheets and comforters. If nothing else, I know where I packed the towels. Those could do.
She winked as she flopped onto her back on my bare mattress.
Hilarious,
I replied with the flattest tone possible.
You look just like your bubbe when you get mad, you know that? Big brown eyes. Your lower lip puckered out. It’s cute.
Mom laughed, poking her finger at my mouth. I pushed her finger away and rolled those brown eyes again. Actually, speaking of Bubbe, I thought she could help you get settled in.
I blinked, confused. We’d lost Bubbe about four years ago.
Mom dug into her jeans pocket and fished out a thin, gold chain. A single charm dangled from it. I recognized the charm as chai, the Hebrew word for life. It was in almost every family photo, because Bubbe never took her bracelet off. Mom gently tugged at my right arm, to pull me down next to her, and fastened the bracelet’s claw clip on my wrist. Bracelets never fit my small, bony wrists, but this one was perfect.
‘Life’s not just the here and now,’
Mom recalled with a smile. Bubbe always said that. I know moving so often at your age sucks, but let’s make the most of it. If Iowa isn’t right for us, we’ll land somewhere else eventually. But you have to believe me; I feel it in my bones that this place is going to be different.
I didn’t lift my gaze from Bubbe’s bracelet, gently examining the charm I’d seen so many times before. Mom started lightly scratching my back, like she used to do when I was little and got jumpy after watching a scary movie.
I took a deep breath and replayed the goal I’d set for myself in my mind: to survive the few years of Mom’s TV contract before we could move somewhere meaningful. Somewhere I could go to film festivals. Somewhere I could make a difference.
Ravendale, Iowa. Where Kate Sablowsky’s dreams come true,
I mocked.
My sarcasm got a chuckle from Mom.
I didn’t know it then, but I was dead wrong. Our new hometown was going to be where my nightmares would come true.
The Sablowsky girls were in Ravendale for an important reason. It wasn’t for Mom to anchor the news.
Red brick school building, two storiesChapter Two
By the time the sun came up Monday morning, about half of my stuff had made it into drawers and the closet. I kicked a box out of my way as I trudged to the bathroom, practically still asleep.
I settled on a black T-shirt and dark jeans with small rips at the knees. I wanted to fit in with the Iowa kids for my first day, but I drew the line at flannel. I’d seen one kid wearing that on our drive into town.
I even spent a little time with Mom’s TV-grade hair straightener, smoothing out some of my frizz. By the time I was done, my hair looked alright, falling just below my shoulders.
CLICK.
First day, kiddo!
Mom lowered her smartphone camera, then leaned against the bathroom door frame . Her tired voice did its best to sound chipper before giving way to a yawn. You look great.
Mom!
I protested, smoothing out one last fly-away hair.
Let me just throw on some shorts and grab us some granola bars.
Fake chipper again. Then, we can head out!
Mom pocketed her phone and rubbed her eyes. As an evening news anchor, mornings were not her thing. That was how our deal began in Peoria last year. Most mornings (when the temperature wasn’t below freezing), I got myself ready, then texted Mom to let her know when I’d made it safely to school. In exchange, my rules weren’t as strict as other kids’. She’d initially fought me on the idea, but after a week of being able to sleep past nine, she warmed up to it.
"Actually, Mom? Could you… not come?" I closed one eye, bracing myself for her reaction. My voice sounded harsher than I’d intended.
Mom had turned away from the bathroom,