E. J. Stevens - Legend of Witchtrot Road (Volume 3)

Praise for the Spirit Guide Series

by E.J. Stevens

She Smells the Dead

"She Smel s the Dead provides something new and fresh to the YA realm."

-Stacey, Flippin' Fabulous: A Reader's Record

"This series is like Nancy Drew meets the Winchester Brothers from Supernatural."

-Natalie, I'd So Rather Be Reading

"I absolutely loved every last delicious page of She Smel s the Dead!"

-Mary, Sparkling Reviews

"If you love ghosts, Goths, and a little bit of YA romance, you wil want to check this book out."

-Yvonne, Diva's Bookcase

Great YA Paranormal Romance.

-Were Vamps Romance

Spirit Storm

"Part mystery, part adventure, part romance and al the things a reader wants."

-Mechele, Read For Your Future

"Fans of Rachel Hawkins Hex Hal Series and Lauren Kate's Fal en Series wil love this!"

-Kristen, Seeing Night Reviews

"These characters are so unique and fun to fol ow."

-Amber, The Musings of Alymbnenr

"I haven't read a truly great YA paranormal in more years than I can remember, and Ms. Stevens delivers the most wel written tale imaginable!"

-Tamela Quijas, At Your Fingertips

Legend of Witchtrot Road

"I just adore this series. It is so much fun to read and the characters are just so unique and unlike any others out there."

-My Guilty Obsession

"These books are bril iant- such a wonderful mix of mystery and magic with real y quirky and lovable characters."

-Sal y, Always Lost in Stories

"Wel this book was so fantastic I do not even know how I can put into words what I thought of this beautiful y written masterpiece. I just adore this whole series."

-Catie, Forbidden Passions Reviews

"This is an awesome series and I would suggest it for anyone that loves YA!"

-Jessilyn, YA Book Haven

"I didn't think it possible to fal even more in love with this series (and the characters, oh the amazingly swoon-worthy male characters and the super snarky female characters), but after having read this book, the third instal ment of this series, I found that it is indeed possible."

-Avery, Avery's Book Nook

Also by E.J. Stevens

SPIRIT GUIDE SERIES

She Smells the Dead

Spirit Storm

Brush with Death (Coming 2012)

DARK POETRY COLLECTIONS

From the Shadows

Shadows of Myth and Legend

Legend of Witchtrot Road

E.J. Stevens

Published by Sacred Oaks Press

Copyright 2011 E.J. Stevens

Al rights reserved

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Chapter 1

I heard the harsh, grinding creak of a ships hul straining against stormy seas just as I felt the vertiginous tilt and rol of the waves beneath me. I considered letting the motion lul me back to sleep, but one thought kept creeping in to ruin my slumber. I wasnt on a boat.

With a jolt I tried to leap upright, but up was down and down was up, causing a searing pain to shoot through my shoulder as I dangled from the car safety belt. I needed to get a look around, but turning my head didnt seem like an easy option. My neck was stiff, like the time I fel asleep with wet hair, and my head was pounding a rhythm that matched the vampire bats gnawing in my stomach. Come on Yuki, you can do this.

Reaching up to grab the safety belt, I steadied myself and drew in a deep shuddering breath. It did nothing to calm my racing heartbeat, but the pain in my head momentarily lessened. Forcing my eyes to stay open, I turned them to my right and flinched. A ghostly pale face stared back at me and it took a moment for my sluggish brain to realize that the spectral form was only my reflection. I examined the sickly face suspended in the darkness and knew one thing for sure. I looked like hel .

For a moment I closed my eyes and gathered another steadying breath, remembering to breathe in the way Id been taught during the numerous yoga classes that Cal had dragged me to over the years. Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery of why I was hanging upside down from a car safety belt, I pul ed my eyes to the left. A golden amorphous shape hung glowing beside me and I jumped when it moaned.

Emma? I asked. My voice was dry and raspy and started a series of painful coughs that nearly made me pass out again.

Emma didnt answer me, but with a rush of memory I knew that it was my friend beside me. Emmas blond hair cascaded past her face to dangle above the glowing instrument panel. Pale skin, golden hair, and white blouse sleeve were marred only by a dark stream that trickled from her scalp along her arm to drip slowly, tap tap tap , off her fingers onto the windshield.

How did this happen? It had to be the curse. I clenched my fist in frustration as my eyes fil ed with tears.

We had known better. Emma with her research and me with my psychic gift to sense the dead; we knew the risks of messing with the curse, but that hadnt stopped us. Our curiosity had won out over common sense and now we were paying the price. Son of a dung beetle. I just hoped we survived long enough to benefit from the lesson learned. Never mess with a curse and never, ever travel on Witchtrot Road after dark.

*****

We never would have ventured onto Witchtrot Road if it hadnt been for Dylan Jacobs. Dylan was a sophomore at Wakefield High, and though I didnt know him very wel , I felt sad at the loss of someone so young. I also found his ghost difficult to ignore.

The announcement came a week earlier in homeroom.

The screeching of desks on linoleum tile and the buzz of giggling and whispers stil ed as the principal stated that a Wakefield High student had died in a tragic motorcycle accident. For a moment I wondered at the grisly details.

Maine winters were real y not conducive to motorcycling.

Had he slid on icy roads? Did he drive his bike off a bridge, plummeting into the frigid waters below?

With a shudder, I tried to shake off my morbid thoughts. I may have a major bridge phobia, but it didnt mean every traffic accident had to include one.