The Raventree Society S1E1: The Strawberry Lane Hotel: The Raventree Society, #1

By J.E. Purrazzi

Kyle Hanson was not a believer.
That was a bit hypocritical since he made his living as a paranormal investigator on a TV show that was highly rated among it's demographic of unemployed college dropouts and late-night drinkers. Despite that, he was quite proud of his resilient doubt until the night his brother disappeared while recording an episode in the supposedly haunted woods around Greensborough, Louisiana.

That wasn't what shook his stalwart lack of faith. No, the event that changed his perspective was the night that followed three months afterward, and what he saw at the Strawberry Lane Motel.

The first in a Supernatural Thriller, Short Story Serial.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.E. Purrazzi
• Release date: Jan 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393601456

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The Raventree Society

Season One, Episode One:

The Strawberry Lane Hotel

J. E. Purrazzi

This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, companies, businesses, locals or events is entirely coincidental.

© 2018 J. E. Purrazzi

All Rights Reserved.

Cover design and formatting by Poole Publishing Services LLC

No. Green. He has green eyes, Kyle Hanson said for what was easily the hundredth time. He has green eyes."

"Okay, so strawberry blond hair, green eyes, around five nine, twenty-seven years of age. Now, do you know what clothes your brother was wearing when he went missing? The voice of the officer sounded hollow coming over the line and it irritated him to no end. He had already answered this question. Or was that the last call to the last sheriff's office over… he glanced at his watch…two hours ago? He had been on the line with Mayberry PD for two hours. And what the hell was this about strawberry blond hair? Strawberry Blond" was a preference you typed into a porn search engine, not the hair color of an ex-marine and war veteran. Call it red, lady.

"He was wearing a gray t-shirt with the Batman logo on it, army fatigues and a pair of North Face hiking boots. He also had a dark gray pack, mostly full of filming equipment and some company items."

What kind of stuff? the woman on the other end asked, her voice droll, as if she wasn’t playing with a family member’s life right now. This was the inevitable question that Kyle dreaded. Law enforcement didn’t have the greatest working relationship with people in his line of employment. Once they knew what Tyler was out there doing the night he disappeared, they became much less helpful and much more accusatory. The popular opinion with everyone he had spoken to was that his brother was asking for what happened.

An EMF reader. Thermal imaging Camcorder. A handheld audio recorder.

EMF. Wait a minute. Ain't that the stuff that tests for ghosts and stuff?

Electromagnetic Fields, Kyle affirmed, massaging his eyelids in an attempt to relieve his stress headache.

Oh my gosh!

Did she just say ‘gosh’? Who was he dealing with? This was supposed to be a police station. Or did he accidently dial into a slumber party? Kyle pulled the pen-slashed notebook closer and studied the litany of names and numbers that dodged through his vicious scribbling.

The deputy began a long list of squealing, slightly askew exclamatives. Apparently she had finally figured out just who he was.

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