Chasing Shadows

Chasing Shadows

The Invisible War: A Haunted Case File

Now Writing

Everything in this book happened.

I was a kid the first time something stood beside my bed. It was Christmas morning, too early to wake anybody, and the room went cold. I hid under the sheet and prayed for it to go away. It did. But it never really left.

That was the beginning. After that came the witch my parents let into our lives, the occult books I shouldn’t have opened, the drugs, the years I’d rather forget. When my father died, I went looking for him in the dark. I found plenty. I spent seventy-two hours inside the Sallie House. My own son was thrown across a room by something none of us could see. I chased shadows for fifteen years, on camera and off, and some of them chased me back.

For most of those years, I was fighting another war too, one I didn’t have a name for. Bipolar disorder. PTSD. A mind that never stood down. I’ve spent my life asking which war was which.

So I did what I’ve always done. I opened a case file, and this time the subject is me. Every incident in this book, from the robe beside my bed to the night my son was attacked, gets weighed two ways: what the mind can explain, and what it can’t. I won’t give you a verdict. I’ll give you the evidence, and you decide.

It’s also a warning. The paranormal is a trap, and it doesn’t hunt the strong. It hunts the grieving, the lonely, the addicted, the ones already fighting a darkness inside. I know, because I was one of them. The scariest thing I ever faced wasn’t in a haunted house. It was in my own head, and the line between the two was thinner than anyone wants to admit.

I’m not that man anymore. I don’t hunt ghosts now. I help people find their way out of the fear that almost swallowed me.

This book is for anyone who has felt something in the dark that nobody else believed was there, or fought a war in their own mind that nobody could see. You’re not crazy, and you’re not alone. I’ve been there, and there is a way out.