The Alepha Solution: Ghost Hunter Mystery Parable Anthology

By S. H. Marpel

A Sorceress appeared after being imprisoned for 12,000 years.

To escape, she tricked the oldest goddess still remaining on earth, and crippled another one shortly after.

Now the Ghost Hunters have to solve a problem they helped create. One who was more powerful than any they had faced to date.

Individually, she could probably destroy any one of them. Only working together as a team could she be stopped.

The trick was - she was building her own team.

One that could enslave the Western world in a single afternoon of app updates...

This anthology contains:

 - The Case of the Sunken Spirit 
 - Harpy Redux
 - The Harpy Saga: Sister Mine

Excerpt:

The circle around us started moving toward one of the offices. At least it was well-lit and somewhat clean compared to most of the rest of the warehouse. 

As we got closer to the machine, I could feel its operation through the spell that was on me. Meaning this was an active spell in operation. Maybe even drawing more of Alepha's powers. One could only hope.

A form blocked the doorway and cast a long shadow in our direction. The phalanx of armed flunkies around us opened up to a semi-circle, blocking any escape, but letting whoever it was to see us.  

As she strode closer, the light evened out - it was Alepha.

Flowing yellow robes covered her legs and arm, right up to a long v-notch down her front that started from the points of each shoulder and trailed below, past her navel. Gold trim everywhere, form-fitting and little left to the imagination. White-blond hair what was piled up on her head behind some sort of gold tiara, with earrings that dripped down to her bare shoulders. Even her fingernails were covered in gold - and trimmed to points like claws. Anything a guy would stop to drool over, and a woman would want to have a dress and get-up like that hanging in her own closet.

To be sure, I took mental notes, as did John. (But his excuse, other than being a red-blooded male, was that he would need to write this up later as a another mystery-adventure story.)

"So, you survived, Harpy? So sad for you. Curse for the rest of eternity with your affliction." She gestured and I was flooded with pain, making me sink to my knees. John followed me down, to make sure I didn't collapse.

John whispered to me, "Are you going to be OK?" I nodded, but winked at him. The one communication that Alesha couldn't understand.

"Aren't you just a tortured soul, that you have to inflict pain to get your bennies." John was a bit caustic.

"Careful, John. Don't wear out your welcome all at once. Human lives aren't too important to me that I'd want to prolong yours - even if you think you can just throw it away by coming here to get some relief for your friend." At that she demonstrated by making a gesture toward one of our guards, who simply turned to a small pile of dust. His weapon clattered on the concrete warehouse floor for someone else to pick up, along with any other metal items if they wanted.

That crowd around us didn't flinch at that. Their mono-colored eyes and lack of reaction probably meant they were living zombies - slaves inside their own skins. And again, meaning a sizable power at work keeping them that way...

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Living Sensical Press
• Release date: Jan 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386103479

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The Alepha Solution

by S. H. Marpel

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE ALEPHA SOLUTION

First edition. January 6, 2019.

Copyright © 2019 S. H. Marpel.

ISBN: 978-1386103479

Written by S. H. Marpel.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

The Sunken Spirit

Harpy Redux

Sister Mine

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The Sunken Spirit

TO RESCUE A 12,000 year old ghost, you have to learn to breathe water.

Our next mystery to solve was the toughest yet. We thought ourselves prepared to deal with being submerged several hundred feet below the surface.

My question was how to communicate with something who was older than all civilization as we knew it. What did it have in common with our modern culture? How to talk through an energy shield built to withstand the pressures of that depth?

I didn't have long to wait after we arrived.

Because something pulled me out of that shield and wanted to talk with me right now – deep underwater, ready or not...

I

I WOKE SOAKING WET. Putting my tongue to my lips tasted – salt water.

That made sense to the dream I woke up from, but the nearest ocean was thousands of miles away.

So I did the next best thing I could think of. Reaching up for the turquoise stone around my neck, I called for Sal and Jude.

And they arrived. Also soaking wet, dripping on my tiny cabin floor.

Good thing I stayed in bed to give them room to move. At least my bed was keeping my own third puddle contained.

I had to smile, though. Both of those girls were usually so neat and tidy. Now their hair hung down in long, soggy strands. Their blouses were plastered to their skin. And they were not amused.

What the hell, John? Jude was first to vent, as expected. I was nice and asleep, and then you had to have an underwater dream and put us two into it?!?

What Jude is trying to understand is how you pulled us out of bed, fully dressed, underwater - only to have a nightmare where we can't do anything to save you?

I just had to smile. We were all just too ridiculous standing or laying in our salt water pools. Sorry. But I didn't think I could do that. Are you sure it was me?

Well who else could it be? Jude put her head to the side and bumped her head, trying to get the water out of her ears.

Sal smiled back at me, and then looked over at Jude's wet black leather outfit and down to her own soggy off-white business suit with gold pin-stripe. And the growing puddle beneath her squishy tan dress pumps.

That made her smile turn into a grin.

A simple gesture and we were all three dry again, as if we'd never been in water at all. Which showed I was wearing my work clothes, including boots, while still in bed. A dry bed, now.

Thanks, Sal.

She just nodded.

Jude stopped bumping her head and straightened up, tugging her leathers into position again, the way she liked them - tight and revealing.

Sal just adjusted her cuffs and made sure her hair was in a blond bun with two carved ivory hair pins, as usual. What do you remember of that nightmare, John?

We were somewhere deep, really deep underwater inside one of your force shields. An ancient set of columns showed up. We had some glow lights showing or something - when it looked like a girl or mermaid came right toward us. She wasn't swimming, but more like walking as if the water wasn't there. Straight ahead, right to the side of the force shield and then reached right through it to grab my arm and pull me out of it - right into the water. That's when I woke up.

Jude looked over at Sal. That scans. Same thing I remembered.

Sal frowned. Definitely got a mystery on our hands. Time to see Ben. Stand up, John.

I just got to my feet in that cramped-for-three-people cabin - when we shimmered somewhere else...

THE LIBRARY WAS THE same as always. Long mission-style couch, dark brown leather cushions with matching chairs opposite with a long mahogany and marble coffee table in between. And these sat as the focal point of long. tall shelves full of books that looked to go on forever.

Ben and Granger came from opposite directions, each dressed in their brown shapeless tunics that came down to their ankles.

Granger walked in with a platter with fresh hot brownies and a carafe of coffee with mugs for each of us. She sat this on the coffee table and poured us each a mug of steaming coffee, while we situated ourselves on the couch - the girl's preferred position was me between them. I didn't argue, for obvious