Using supernatural beings to build the perfect weapon? Intriguing idea." "Not really," I said. "They did it on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A sub-par season. I slept through half the episodes.

I called Clay from the SUV. "How'd it go at the paper?" he asked. "She called me perky." "Ouch.

I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching Scooby Doo.

I don't read much of what I write because I worry about unintentionally borrowing something.

To distract myself from thoughts of my father, i decided to check out the dead body.

I'd like to see a world where, if a teenager fears she's seeing/hearing things, she feels as comfortable seeking help as she would if she found a lump on her leg.

Simon had drawn three pictures. In the top left corner, like a salutation, was a ghost. The middle had a big sketch of Arnold Schwarzenegger as the Terminator. The third in place of a signature, was a lightning bolt surrounded by fog. Beside the drawing, someone had scrawled in inch-high letters 10 A.M. Tori snatched it from me and turned it over. "So where's the message?" "Right there." I pointed from picture to picture. "It says: Chloe, I'll be back, Simon.