Note:

This story is a sequel to my other book, "Waking up Hitched in Vegas". Although if you have not read the other book, you can still read this as a stand alone book. Enjoy!

How to Bewitch a Ghost Hunter

Prologue

Evie sat up straight up in bed as if a bolt of lightning had hit her body. She clutched her chest as she gasped to catch her breath, like she had held her breath for the last five minutes.

She quickly brushed the hair from her eyes as a few beads of sweat dripped down her neck.

-"Just relax ... breath ..." She whispered harshly to herself.

She had that dream again. The one where it felt like a part of her just left her body. It was the strangest thing ever, and it was also the most terrifying thing she had to live through. It had happened twice before, and every time it the same thing.

She'd see a woman. Although she could never make out most of this mystery woman's features, the woman was young; probably the same age as her, she had long dark hair. The woman was also very frightened at the sight of Evie.

Usually the dream, or whatever the hell this was, only lasted a few minutes. It was brief, and no one but this woman was aware of her presence. Then right before Evie could even speak to her she was wrenched back here and was slammed back into her body.

Evie rubbed her hands over her face and threw the blankets off her body. She had to get out of here, get out of this room. She quickly put on a pair of yoga pants and grabbed her sweatshirt, seconds later she was out of her small apartment and walking. It didn't matter where she was walking too, she just needed to move.

As she walked the semi-crowded streets of New York City, she thought about the disturbing dream. Tonight's dream was different. She got to finally speak to the woman, but what was said was still fuzzy in her mind. All she could remember was an old house, which was crumbling and falling apart, and the young woman.

-"You're going to die." Evie had said in a distant, eerie like voice.

-"What?! What do you mean?" The frightened woman asked.

-"I'm sorry."

Evie shook her head and increased the pace of her walking as if she were trying to run away from the awful memory. She had told that poor, terrified woman that she was going to die. Who the hell did that? And why was she even having these strange, disturbing dreams?