Pushing Daisies
He hunts ghosts. She speaks to the dead. Some spirits refuse to let go.
After losing his grandparents in a tragic accident, seventeen-year-old Thursday becomes obsessed with one question: Is there life after death?
His search leads him to an abandoned cemetery—and to Fallon.
She’s beautiful. She’s otherworldly. She might be the key to everything he’s been searching for.
Together, Thursday and Fallon help restless souls cross over… but the deeper they go, the closer Thursday comes to the truth.
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Book details
Imprint : Fiction for the Soul Books
eBook ISBN : 9798227433039
Paperback ISBN : 9798227512284
First Published Date : 1 August 2024
Language : English
Pages : 202
Words : 31,055
Reading Age : 15 years and older
Format : ePub & PDF (you own the files)
Read on : Kindle, Apple, Android devices, Google Play Books, Nook, Kobo eReaders, Computers.
Delivery Time and Method : Downloads will be emailed immediately upon purchase.
Keywords : Young adult ghost books, Teen paranormal romance novels, Gothic fantasy books for teens, Supernatural mystery Young Adult, Books about ghosts for teenagers, Paranormal love story young adult, Young adult fiction books about life after death.
Read an excerpt
He had visited countless cemeteries and places rumoured to be haunted in search of paranormal activity, but none had ever been quite like the one he found himself in that night.
It was an old, abandoned cemetery on the outskirts of the village. The headstones were crooked and cracked, and the weeds grew tall around them. Ancient oaks and twisted willows cast long, eerie shadows across the uneven ground, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. A thick fog clung to the earth, muffling sound and adding an air of mystery to the already unsettling atmosphere. The once grand mausoleums in the background at the far end of the cemetery now stood in decay, their stone façades crumbling and overgrown with ivy. The distant hoot of an owl echoed through the silence.
It was the kind of place that gave him the chills, no matter how used he was to seeing it as part of what he did – to get a glimpse of what happened after death. He had heard rumours of strange happenings in this cemetery. People had reported seeing apparitions, hearing disembodied voices, and of feeling an overwhelming sense of dread. As soon as he heard these stories, he knew he had to investigate and that was what brought him cross country. He was always on the road, travelling from one destination to the other, and he was not one to stick around, being in one village for more than a day was one day too many. Some might have said that his soul was restless, and usually, when they did, he only smiled.
Above, the sky was a tapestry of purples and oranges as the sun set, with scattered clouds adding depth and drama to the scene, reminding Thursday that even the most beautiful moments required a touch of darkness to make them more memorable.
The little forgotten cemetery sat on an elevated hill and the view was beautiful. He could see across fields and hills all the way to the horizon and the setting sun. He took a deep breath as he stepped through the tall rusty gates. The smells of fermented moss and decay filled him with a sense of belonging.
As the sun dipped below the horizon and it became a whole lot darker, he walked among the headstones drawn to the farthest corner of the cemetery. The oldest, most forgotten part. The thick blanket of fog covering the ground parted as he stepped through it. The air was thick with an eerie energy, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. This was the first time that he had ever experienced the prickly sensation at the back of his neck that he had heard described by others, but he pushed on, determined to uncover whatever secrets this place held.
It wasn’t long before he heard a faint whisper.
He stopped in his tracks, listening intently.
At first, he could not make out what was being said but as he got closer to a particular headstone, the whisper grew louder. He approached the headstone cautiously, his heart pounding with excitement in his chest. As he got even closer, he realized that the whisper was coming from beneath the ground. So, the rumours were true? Coming this far north was worth the effort. He felt a nervous, giddy feeling bubble up from the pit of his stomach. A faint smile tugged at his lips, despite the chill creeping up his spine. His breath came in quick, shallow bursts, and he fought the urge to laugh out loud, caught in a strange mix of excitement and fear. Sometimes rumours were just that – rumours, and he was usually disappointed at the end of a long night when he had neither heard a ghostly voice nor seen a spectral apparition, and unless it was his imagination tonight might not be like other nights.