The Supernaturals by David L. Goleman tells the tale of a haunted house in Pennsylvania. One of Professor Gabriel Kennedy’s research assistants disappeared there several years earlier during his investigation at the house. Accused of foul play by Damien Jackson of the PA State Police (though nothing was proven), he lost his job at a prestigious university and landed at a small college.
Now, a young producer and sometime on-screen personality, Kelley Delaphoy, wants to revisit the infamous Summer House for a marathon live special on Halloween night. Once contacted, Kennedy agrees to participate, but only if he can bring his team of mystics, whom the media dub “the Supernaturals.”
There is antagonism for the project, not only from Detective Jackson, but also from a rival of Kelley’s at the network, and from the owner of the property, who is renting it out just to make a buck. Then, of course, there are the entities at the house. Who are they? What do they want? Are lives in danger?
This is a great book, often reminding me of Stephen King’s early work. Goleman takes us on a wild ride, milking the conflicts for all they’re worth, exploring the backgrounds of, and relationships among, the Supernaturals, and moving us toward a revelation about the haunting. I don’t know how I’ve missed Goleman’s work up to now, but more of his books will definitely be on my reading list going forward.