Here my final version of the submission to #QueryKombat :
Entry Nickname: Ghosts and Mrs. Chicken
Name: Debbie Dorris
Email address: firstname.lastname@example.org
Title: The Seer and the Shaman
Word count: 70K
Genre: Adult, Paranormal Mystery
Thirty-two-year-old Sarah Nance’s idea of fun doesn’t include ghosts, and ignoring them is a fiasco. Visions of past, present and future events drive her nuts. She’d rather lead a ‘normal’ life than deal with the troubles and frustrations caused by her gifts.
In addition to their individual abilities, Sarah and her sister, Rebecca, share unusual talents, namely telepathy and telekinesis. As much as Sarah fights her talents, Rebecca embraces her intuitive abilities and enhances them every chance she gets. Her energy manipulations and calming effects save the day when things go awry.
Snubbing her gifts proves impossible for Sarah when a wedding dress-clad ghost takes desperate measures to get Sarah to solve her murder and protect her teenage daughter. Strangulation marks she leaves on Sarah’s neck spur Sarah to act. Sarah reaches out to Rebecca for help and guidance, and the duo agree to aid the detective working the case. Skeptical of their abilities, he’s in for a rude awakening when the specter herself joins the investigation. When the sisters’ snooping brings them close to answers, the bridal ghost introduces Sarah to three other female ghosts. Visions she sees indicate all four women were murdered by the same killer, and that the killer is controlled by an evil spirit. The sisters combine their skill sets in an effort to identify the ghosts, unravel the murders, and fight to stop the killer and evil being. If they fail, their lives, and the life of the ghostly bride’s daughter, will be lost.
First 250 words:
Moonlight shimmering through lacy curtains cast an eerie glow over the room. Thirty-two-year-old Sarah Nance sat on the bed hugging her knees to her chest, trembling. An ominous sense of dread kept her eyes wide as she waited. She knew nothing her husband could do would stop what was to come and, for a moment, watched him sleep. With a sigh, she peered into a shadowy corner and detected a familiar shift in the energy surrounding her. Heaviness filled the air. As it did the last three nights, adrenaline surged through her veins when the chilling apparition floated out of the shadows directly toward her.
Rendered speechless and unable to move, Sarah’s urge to pull the blankets over her head went unheeded. Sweat mingled with tears. Her heart pounded. Her mind screamed, ‘Oh my God! — Go away! — Leave me alone!’
Hovering inches off the floor next to the bed, the wedding dress-clad woman ignored Sarah’s telepathic ranting. Slowly raising an arm, the ghost pointed at Sarah.
A look of determination raged in the specter’s huge eyes, and in a futile attempt to block the visions she knew would come, Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself.
Without a word, the ghost imprinted thoughts in Sarah’s mind. ‘Look at my dress. See my dress. Notice my dress.’
Sarah didn’t respond.
The specter demanded, ‘Look—at—my—dress!’
Sarah squeezed her eyes tighter. ‘I’ve already seen your dress! Go away!’
A cold breeze hit her face; her eyes popped open, ‘Oooh crap!’…