Salutations, dear reader. It is I, the esteemed author of countless tales those of which Bradford and Bradford have held hostage from the public since my untimely demise.

Yes, you read that correctly. No need to question reality and go on a six-day journey to "find yourself".

I, Dr. Cecil HH Mills, am dead. If you had walked yourself to the nearest bookstore or purchased an audiobook of my last novel, Ghost Hunters Adventure Club and the Express Train to Nowhere, the news of my death would not come as a surprise to you.

If you have not purchased the Ghost Hunters Adventure Club's last adventure I wrote while still among the land of the living: shame. Shame on you and all you hold dear. It is truly an insult that you would skip my swan song. My final bow.

Yes, I am aware calling the last book my "final bow" is technically incorrect since I am writing this one. To which I present to you this puzzling statement: I am not writing this book. This book is being written by a twenty-something girl from Canada as a fan-created fiction. Judging by her previous works where characters from Sherlock Holmes swap bodies, as well as another story where characters from a television show inspired by a Stephen King short story… swap bodies… oh, boy. She's one of those. I can guarantee you, dear reader, there will be no body swapping in the Ghost Hunters Adventure Club. The books I wrote are set in the confines of the real world. Their realities, although fictional, can only contain that which is plausible. Ergo, since body swapping is one such trope used exclusively by Scott Bakula, and so-called filler episodes, it does not exist in their world.

I know what you must be saying "But Dr. Cecil," you say "or the twenty-something girl he mentioned. I don't really understand that part, are you the-" Get on with it, I tell you. "If JJ and Valentines world is only set in the real world, how are you writing at your typewriter right now?" Right. Let's just chalk it up to I'm a ghost and I'm possessing her… yeah… that's it.

"But Dr. Cecil" your incessant and irritating voice chimes through my borrowed eardrums "if their world is set in the real, how can you be a ghost?"

The answer is simple. The book is called The Ghost Hunters Adventure Club. Emphasis on the GHOST. Even though they've never encountered it personally, the idea of ghosts existing has always been a thing. It's the name of the franchise. It was going to be the name of my yacht. The Ghost Hunters Adventure Yacht.

In fact, after being bombarded with mail from the haters asking why I named them such when literally no book in the series dealt with ghosts, I've decided to write this. A ghost writing about a group of teens hunting a ghost. Genius. Let's see those traitors at Bradford and Bradford come up with a premise like that. Nobody could. That's the beauty of it.

Now, with the exposition out of the way, if you turn the page (or press the button that says Next Chapter) you'll begin the journey that is Ghost Hunters Adventure Club and the Plight of the Ghost Writer.