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The Howardsfield Horror

Alex Morgan. Paranormal Investigator. Episode 2 | Jay Mason

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2018 Bastei Entertainment
Auflage: 1. Auflage
132 Seiten; ab 14 Jahre
Sprache: English
ISBN: 978-3-7325-3600-9

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Alex is convinced the lights that have been hovering over the local cornfields are connected to the activities at the high security science Centre where her parents work. But then Rusty's younger sister, Cat, hopeful of seeing a UFO, is chased by a hideous creature. She claims that this is the monster from the local ghostly legend, the Howardsfield Horror. Alex and Rusty decide to investigate - until Joe Trend, the famous actor and amateur UFOlogist, gets in their way ... The Series: Alexandra Morgan, known as Alex, is a 19-year-old college student and the daughter of two prize-winning scientists. What no one knows is that in her free time Alex is a paranormal investigator who takes on a variety of mysterious cases. Together with her best friend Rusty and an online associate known only as c0nundrum, she unravels a conspiracy that will put her own life and that of her family in danger ...

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1. Am I in a B movie?

With the fall came the new college year. Alex stood brushing her long curly black hair. Her reflection in the mirror told her she'd changed. She had actually chosen what she would wear today rather than just grabbing what was clean from her closet. Her hair was neater - she drew the line at wasting time straightening it. And she had invested in mascara for the first time in her nineteen and a half years. The results were quite alarming. After the initial smudges that she had to scrub off while she was getting used to applying the tiny wand, she now had what looked like giant spiders erupting from her eyelids. She put the brush down and checked the image in the magazine she had been copying. Yes, that was what she was supposed to look like. Did boys really like girls with arachnid-enhanced faces? Weird, thought Alex, but then so much about this term was weird. Besides, she wasn't interested in any particular boy. She just wanted to be more normal this term. No way would she be auditioning for cheerleader at her community college, but a nice, ordinary pretty girl that no-one would look at strangely would do for her. This year, she vowed, she would not only keep her identity as a paranormal investigator properly secret, she would also keep well away from doing anything weird around college.

She picked up her college bag with its shiny new badges she'd bought off the internet, and slung it across her chest. She headed downstairs to find her mother, hair pulled sharply back from her face in a flawless French plait and wearing a business power suit, waiting by the door. "Goodness," said Irene Morgan, "I barely recognise you."

"I take it that's a good thing?" said Alex, trying hard to keep the edge out of her voice.

"I think your mother means you look tidy," said a voice from behind her. "Something that has long eluded me." Alex turned to see her father, Lewis, shambling over. As ever he was dressed like a refugee from the eighties in a baggy brown corduroy suit with a colourful stripped jumper underneath.

"Oh, I've given up on you," said Irene. "And Alex doesn't look tidy. She looks nice. She looks like a proper girl. Although it would be nice to see you in a dress for once, Alex, rather than jeans."

"Be serious, Irene," said Lewis, "no one wears dresses in college."

"I did," answered Alex's mother haughtily.

"Yeah, you went to Oxford. Alex is at the local community college. We're lucky they wear shoes."

Alex saw her mother shudder. She knew her father was trying to help, but it felt like yet another dig at her failure to reach the academic heights that both her scientist parents had achieved.

"Car," said her mother. "Or we will be late. Can we drop you, Alex?"

"No, it's fine," said Alex. "I enjoy the walk."

Her mother smiled thinly and held open the front door. Alex gave them both a quick grin and went out. She didn't hear the door close behind her, but she refused to turn round. Ever since she had what her mother referred to as "another little wobble", both her parents had been watching her like hawks. She walked down the path slowly, knowing it was petty, but also hoping it would make her parents late for their work at the Center.

Everyone came to the first day of the new academic year; the corridors were bursting with students hailing friends they hadn't seen since the start of the summer and a large number unfamiliar excited faces, who Alex realised with a start, were the new first years. Of course, being a community college there were people of all ages, including mums, who never given education a real go, returning now their kids were old enough to be in school. Alex knew from experience that the corridors would never again be as busy as today and that many of these people would never be seen again. However, the latter was generally due to the shock of finding out that even community college required