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Monday, July 1, 2013

aobibliospotlight™: Ghosts Don't Die by William Alexander

July 1, 2013 is the Battle of Gettysburg's 150th anniversary
   
to coincide with today's historic event, i would like to introduce everyone to author William Alexander and his novel Ghosts Don't Die. 

book description:

Ghosts Don't Die
In 1863 at a stretch of farmland in Gettysburg, PA, two armies got together to fight it out in an epic battle that still rings with the power and the inspiration that called those two armies to battle. 150 years later, the town still embraces the battle that took place, some more than they should. Many claim that the soldiers of a long past battle still roam the town.

Ghost tours are rampant in Gettysburg today and one despicable tour guide will find her last tour being far more than she expected it to be when she loses her life at the end of the night. For FBI agent on vacation, Proctor Ridgeway, he will also take on more than he bargained for when he is roped into solving the murder of the guide that everyone in town had a motive to kill.

Is it the opposing tour owners who took her life out of jealousy and greed? Was her killer a former guide that worked for the company she took over, and had fired unjustly, out for revenge? Was it an furious and cheated wife? Was it her angry substance addicted son? Did her murderer come in the form of a ghosthunter that realized she was a fraud and sullying the name of those seeking scientific proof? Moreover, could it have been someone she just didn’t know?

Proctor Ridgeway has one week to find out amid threats from her followers, coercion from the townsfolk and the ineptitude of the local police chief. With trouble and distractions all around him, Ridgeway has to bring to justice the person many would come to hold as an unknown hero while realizing that in the world of the Gettysburg ghost culture, ghosts don’t die.

book excerpt:
The following summer was like every other summer in Gettysburg. Tourists came and went in an attempt to witness some history on the battlefields. The monuments that covered the multiple square miles of the National Park glistened in the humidity as people from all over the world stared transfixed at them; perhaps a guide telling them what they needed to know about everything they were looking at.
At Little Round Top and Devil's Den, the rocks still sat precariously, looking as if they would give way at any moment even though children and adults alike climbed and pranced around atop them.
Walking through Lincoln Square, the traffic passed as fast as it could, people unsure how to navigate the traffic circle, stopping and starting, hitting the  brakes  in  front  of  the  Gettysburg  Hotel,  causing  locals to  chuckle  and tourists to raise their hands to their faces and gasp in fear of the impending collision.
Gettysburg College opened their summer programs and students buckled down in the old buildings that once served as battlefield hospitals and makeshift mortuaries. The very same students would appreciate everything being open and the night life being a little more happening than the fall semester might allow.
The occasional thunderstorm swept through as the humid daylight turned  to  a  saturated  lightshow.  For  a  short  time,  the  muggy  atmosphere would be replaced with a respite of cool air.
Primaries had been held and from the looks of things, the mayor was not going to be re-elected. It was highly likely that his son would not have his own position in the fall. The locals were more excited than anything to know that the police force was in the hands of someone competent as soon as the next election came to bear.
As night falls every summertime evening, tourists realize that there is little to do, so as with decades past, they venture out onto the ghost tours. The dilemma is still which one to take, how much it will cost, and who will get to them first.
No matter which one appeals to them, the majority of ghost tours take them down a certain back alley, toward a certain parking lot that is raised up from the regular pavement, as if those who park there have an exalted dignity that no others in the area dare trespass on with their automobiles.
The  tours  all  stop  in  front  of  the  lot  and  weave  the  tale  of  the murdered tour guide whose bloodstain has long since faded from the ground she lay upon. It seems that over the course of a few mere months, fact and history have given way to legend and rumor of a haunting in that very car park.
Many guides tell the tale with the addition of some made up facts but that is to be expected under artistic license. There is no mention of the vacationing FBI agent that solved the case or the myriad of suspects involved. Even the rival ghost tour owners that were once considered to be the prime suspects managed to ensure that their guides said nothing about their involvements when relaying their accounts.
The tour that the woman the story is about and had worked for was unable to tell the tale themselves. Due to her death, they had nobody that was ego-driven enough to attempt to bring in the tickets that spring. The fruit died on the vine, just as Jocelyn Miley had died in the pock-marked parking area. They were out of business before the real season had hit. The Union Sutlership was in receivership due to Lenny's arrest and trial where he pled guilty and did so with a smile. Karen was not so much the financial wizard she protested to be and due to her alienating most of the staff beforehand, she had a difficult time finding people to man the store. Though customers would come by, they would often find it closed due to her being spread so thin. Within no time, creditors had come calling and the doors remained closed, the merchandise in the stores gathering dust or being repossessed.
A guest house that she had placed the former owners in charge of under the hopes that they would make her a profit, was now back in their hands.  Her contract with  them having become defaulted on her end, they owned the property once again, lock, stock and barrel. All was right with their lives once more.
Though she refused to admit it, she did realize that the only reason anyone had worked for her was because Lenny had been such a good and fair and decent man to everyone under his employ. Once he was gone, Karen had no way to run anything. She also refused to admit that the majority of employees had hated the way she ran things. Within another year, she would have  left  Gettysburg  for  points  unknown.  The  business,  a  living,  breathing entity in its own right, was now dead as well; simply a memory of what once occupied some buildings on the same stretch of Trobiand Street.
In essence, a ghost.
Just like the story that was told nightly along the edge of the parking lot.

The guides tell of a woman seen dressed in a green hoop skirt with red hair that has salt and pepper roots running from the alleyway between the buildings. She screams so frighteningly that those around the area take notice just in time to see her fall down and disappear as the scarf she is wearing around her neck pulls its self up and tightens.

Whether the story is true or not, it still gives the attendees a shiver and some even swear that later in the evening they could hear the shrill cry from their guest houses or hotels, followed by a quick cutoff of the noise, as if someone was being strangled. The story would be told over and over again, night after night, eventually year after year and then decade after decade. As everyone knows, ghosts don't die.
Their stories would always live on.
Due to the stories of her murder, it seemed that the one thing that eluded Jocelyn Miley in life would follow her in death.
Immortality.
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about the author:

William Alexander
William Alexander has done extensive work in the ghost tour industry and has penned a number of scripts for tours in Philadelphia, Gettysburg and Nantucket Island, many of which are still in use today. through his writing, he enjoys creating a world that is not so outside of reality but yet is obviously a work of fiction. he is also the author of  Twenty, Haunted Nantucket Island, Denied Innocence and The Half Share Man.

he lives in New Hampshire where he gains his greatest inspirations. 

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