Note: Fixed the Case 4 page link at the bottom of the reviews.
Our intrepid Paranormal Investigator is back for his 4th case. Ben Jordan Case #4: Horror at Number 50! I have to say a little bit about Case 3 though as my review wasn’t really based on me finishing that case. The music is still like the best thing (next to the story). And the author upped the ante with regards to story and character by introducing Percival Quentin Jones (sorry if I misspelled it it’s not often one has to spell Quentin or Quinton, or Quinten, or Quintan or something). Case 3’s story has a few twists that showed the developer’s growing as a writer. Now fresh after his visit to London to do some boring paperwork for “Percy”, Ben Jordan is contacted by someone who owns number 50 in Berkley Square in London. I guess it’s a house or an apartment (flat for all you UK folks) or some such thing. In any case there were rumors of hauntings that lead to eventual death. So it’s not your typical ghost story. This time around, Ben has 4 other investigators to help him solve the case. So if you’re as into the Ben Jordan series as I am, then read on! (more…)
Today is another 
It was a dark and foggy morning. The fog was so thick you had to cut it with a knife. The morning was so early, even the moon hadn’t gone to bed yet. It was so dark, a blind man could see better than I could. I stumbled into my office, and sat down to a breakfast of Johnny Walker red. I sat around, for hours and hours. I sat around so much I wore a groove into my seat. I drank so much that I fell asleep until the next morning. That was when SHE walked in. All curves, not a straight edge or corner to be seen. I had sworn off women ever since a man hired me to find out if his wife was cheating on him and I learned that his wife was my secretary and the man I was investigating was me. In fact I lit out of town the instant I figured that out. I decided I was going to be alone forever. That is until she walked in. She didn’t walk in again, I simply said it again to emphasize it. The woman turned out to be my mom, and she had baked me some cookies. Cookies so good you would have shot Betty Crocker just to taste them. She also brought me the newest Nick Bounty Mystery,