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Monday, June 17, 2013

REVIEW / The Society Series By Aaron Crabill

The Society: Proof
By Aaron Crabill

Series: The Society (#1)
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal, Adventure
Publisher:  Self Published
Release Date:  Jan 28 2011
Edition/Formats Available In: E~Book & Print


Keely Allison has spent years trying to prove that her home town of Pembleton Arizona is haunted. She’s let her grades slip, upset her mother by avoiding anything remotely close to the normal high school experience, and utterly ignored a love life. She’s the leader of two person paranormal society, along with her polar opposite Tad Buckley. Tad’s an honors student, the apple of his folks’ eyes and totally in love with Keely (he has been for years and he really, really, really thinks this will be the year he finally tells her just that). When Sean Cage moves to town everyone’s life gets thrown into a violent upheaval. He joins the society, challenges their methods, becomes the first crush of Keely’s life, and forces Tad into a put up or shut up position with his feelings for Keely. As the three find their paranormal and romantic lives suddenly in fast forward, they too find the already well documented spookiness of Pembleton Arizona doing the same. Sean finds sleep nearly impossible as he’s taunted by a monstrous black mass at the foot of his bed. Tad is forced to choose between sneaking out the back door like the rest of the honors kids or going out the front and potentially facing hazing at the hands of a demon possessed jock-bully. As for Keely she just may find the proof she’s always wanted so badly to find, the question is will she believe it when it’s standing right in front of her?

The Society: Proof



Wow this book is really great I love all the twists and turns in this book.Tad and Keely has formed a group called the paranormal society and they are its only members. Tad has fallen in love with Keely and is scared to tell her how he feels then Sean moves to town and Keely asks him to join them. Sean loves everything paranormal too and once he joins the group a lot of things start to happen. Randy the bully has started making trouble for them and compromised the proof they had that ghost are real and in doing so he was possessed by a demon who wants the society dead. Not only that but they notice that someone has been cleaning out the ghosts in each house they investigate.

This book is one of the best books i have read. So many things have been happening to them all. The way this book is going I wouldn't be surprised if Aaron Crabill doesn't do an entire series of these books. Great job Aaron Crabill cant wait to read more...

Chapter 3

Things went a lot differently for Tad that day.  He wasn’t meeting any new mysterious students.  He was reconnecting with the same crew he had run with last year.  Nate and Wendy were both there.  Ryan was sitting in the corner with his fingers in his ears reading from a leather bound book.  Tad felt like the big man on campus what with not being a freshman and all anymore.
“Nate, my man, how are things going?” he asked walking into his first honors class of the day.
“Not good,” Nate said hanging his head.  Nate was tall and skinny.  He had a penchant for wearing green polo shirts and never combing his hair.  He had thick Coke bottle glasses and a pocket protector.
“What’s up?” Tad asked concerned.
“My mom says if I don’t keep my 4.0 this year she’s going to ban me from playing World of Warcraft I started this summer…I’m already level 80.  She thinks it’s going to interfere with my studies,” Nate said shaking his head.
“That’s so lame,” Tad said.
“I know, right?” Nate asked looking up.  “I’ve never gotten anything lower than a 98%.”
“No I meant you playing that stupid game all summer,” Tad said with a smirk.  “There’s real life out there to experience, things to investigate and dig into you know?”
“What like ghost hunting?” Nate shot back.
“Well,” Tad started then trailed off.
“You’ve told me yourself that guy…Schneider.”
“Doctor Schneider,” Tad corrected.
“Fine that guy Dr. Schneider debunks almost everything you bring him.  I’ve lived here my whole life and I’ve heard the stories and stuff, but I have never seen, heard or felt anything that I would ever claim to be paranormal.”
“First, it’s just a matter of time before Keely and I find something major that proves the existence of the paranormal.  Second, you may not be receptive to paranormal activity…as a matter of fact someone who’s as dulled to the world around him by extensive on line game play as yourself,  may not be able to connect with the ‘normal’ let alone the paranormal.”
“Yeah, when I think of people who are connected to reality I always think of you first,” Nate said twisting his face into as sarcastic an expression as he could muster.
“What does that mean?” Tad asked indignantly.
Before Nate could even open his mouth to begin what was no doubt going to be a classic Nate rant on the topic, the first period bell rang.  “To be continued,” Nate said with a smile.
The first half of Tad’s day was pretty basic.  The teachers ran through what to expect this year in each of his honors classes.  Between classes he kept his eyes out for a chance encounter with Keely but didn’t see her.  Nate didn’t get around to finishing off his thoughts on Tad until lunch.
Tad walked to the table where the other honor students had already congregated.  He looked around for Keely but deduced she must have second lunch this semester.  Tad sat down across from Nate.
“So,” Tad said almost glumly.
“So?” Nate asked back.
“So weren’t you going to go off on me about something from this morning?” Tad reminded, “My inability to connect with reality?”
“Oh yeah,” Nate remembered with a smile.  “The thing about you and Keely and your little and I do stress little paranormal society is that you’re not really in it because you believe in ghosts or any of the garbage that goes along with them.  You’re in it because you’ve had a crush on Keely since you guys were in grade school.”
Tad felt the blood rush to his head.  He didn’t like being embarrassed and usually responded by doing everything short of curling up in a fetal position and sucking his thumb.  This time he managed to keep it together.
“Where do you even get that idea?” Tad asked taking a bite of the Sloppy Joe on his lunch tray.
“We all read your blog on Tumblr,” Nate said matter-of-factly.
Tad felt his stomach start to tighten.  “What are you talking about?  You’re crazy.”
The other honor students at the table started looking around the table at one another and snickering.  Tad’s head snapped back and forth like a tennis ball at Wimbledon.  “I don’t even have a Tumblr account.”
“Give us some credit,” Drew “Sneeze” Steichen said.  “We all know you’re Para Hunter.”
Tad’s fist pounded down on the table.  Instead of his normal retreat response to this type of humiliation, he was losing his grip on his temper.  Two of the girls at the end of the table popped up in surprise at the sudden impact.  “You guys are just making things up now.”
“Oh of course we are,” Nate said with a sly grin, “This is your year big guy.  You’re going to come out of your shell.  I hear you are even going to try and venture out the front door.  You might even tell your secret crush that you like her.”
Tad fumed unable to speak as the horror that they actually had found him out hit home.
“Hello.  You and I shared a lap top last year in Econ.  I went through the history and found your page,” Sneeze finally revealed with a proud smile.  “We’ve been reading up on you since last year.”
Tad was mortified.  He wanted to scream and act out.  But he held it down.  Right now he was more worried that Keely knew, that she had known, that one of these guys told her, and for the last year she’d been spending weekends with him praying he wouldn’t try and put the moves on her.  “I’ll say this,” Tad said after a few beats, “Keely is a special girl.  She’s my best friend.  But she’s not the person I was talking about in that blog.  And back to your main point here Nate, I spend my time investigating the paranormal because I’m hell bent on finding real tangible, definitive, concrete, indisputable evidence.”
“You’d have better luck getting a date with Keely,” Nate laughed.
Tad stood up, thought it over, and left the table.
“Hey,” Nate called after him as the other kids laughed. “You really should think again about going out those front doors.  This year’s seniors are just as bad as last years.”
“We’re not freshmen anymore, Nate.  No one’s going to haze us,” Tad shouted back without turning to look at him.

The end of the day couldn’t come fast enough for Tad.  After the embarrassing lunch break all he wanted to do was get this first day, which he’d at one point been looking so very much forward to, over.  The day seemed to drag on and his thoughts wandered to what Dr. Schneider would say about their evidence.  Deep in his heart Tad didn’t think Schneider would find it any more viable than the other evidence they had brought him.  But Keely seemed so sure and that made Tad surer.
The final bell sounded and Tad stopped by his locker to load up all his text books to take home and start reading.  He marched down the stairs.  His fellow honors class mates continued straight ahead toward the back exit, while he turned hard right and made for the front door.
As he walked through two of the four glass doors into the lobby, he saw lines of freshmen on the floor doing pushups while guys in purple and white letterman’s jackets stood over them.  Tad tried not to make eye contact.  He wasn’t a freshman, that much was true, but he was still not going to do anything stupid like look a senior in the eye.  It struck him just how incredibly evil it was for the school to not only allow this kind of behavior but to actually suspend the fall sports practices on the first day of school just to facilitate it.  He shifted his mind back to tonight’s planned meeting with Dr. Schneider.
“Hey there Winston,” someone barked behind him.  Tad kept walking thinking nothing of it. 
“Hey Winston Zeddmore from the Ghostbusters, I’m talking to you,” came the same voice from behind a second time.
Tad turned and saw Randolph Adams standing there with his arms crossed.  “Why don’t you get over here and fall in?  Give me about twenty pushups to get started.”
“I am not a freshman Randy,” Tad said feeling a surge of adrenaline.
“You might as well be.  You never got initiated last year.  This guy here,” Randy said turning to his fellow jock seniors, “snuck out the back door with the rest of the honor weenies.”
The other jocks mocked him and Tad felt his stomach roll over.  He looked around for Keely but didn’t see her.  He was frozen and unable to move or even think of what to do.
“I’m not playing around here,” Randy said raising his voice just a bit.  “You never got initiated last year.  It’s time you paid your dues.  Besides that Goth girlfriend of yours pissed me off today.  Get over here tons of fun, fall in line, and give me twenty.”
Tad managed to say this, “No,” and then he managed to turn on his heels and run.  Randy shouted to his jock friends to let him have him.  He took off bolting through the doors after Tad.  Tad managed to get to the bottom of the four steps that were just outside the main doors when Randy caught him by the shoulder and spun him around a corner and shoved him hard back first into a wall.
“Are you hard of hearing there, Ghostbuster?” Randy barked at him.
“I’m not a freshman,” Tad stated with some bass in his voice.
“You think I care?  You’re weird, your girlfriend is weird, and you never paid your dues last year!”  Randy barked.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Tad said feeling his emotions take over, feeling fear take over.
“Why don’t you leave the guy alone?” A voice came deep and smooth from behind Randy.
Randy spun around to see Sean Cage standing behind him. 
“Screw off, newb,” Randy said staring at Sean.  “You know what, why don’t you follow me and tons of fun here back inside and you can pay your dues too.”
“My God,” Sean said shaking his head, “you really are just one big walking stereotype.  You’re the big dumb bully jock from like a hundred high school movies.  I had a feeling that’s who you were when I first met you in Tosh’s class.”
“Who do you think you are?” Randy said moving toward Sean.
“I’m just a guy, a guy who doesn’t like seeing people get picked on,” Sean answered with a shrug.
“Well,” Randy said clenching a fist, “you are about to get picked on.”
“Don’t do it meat head,” Sean said holding his ground.
Randy didn’t talk he just moved, throwing a wild right hand.  Sean easily ducked it and tagged Randy with a quick punch to the gut.  Randy doubled up and turned slightly holding his stomach.  Sean dropped down and sweep kicked the legs out from under the jock sending him into the air and then down hard on his back knocking the wind out of him. It happened so fast Tad would not be able to properly recount what exactly had happened, though he tried dozens of times over the next few days.
“You ok man?” Sean asked stepping toward Tad.
“Yeah,” Tad managed.
“Sean Cage, I’m new here,” Sean said putting out a hand.
“Yeah, me too,” Tad said looking down at the floored Randy with shock on his face.
“I’m sorry?” Sean said confused.
“Oh no, what?  No.  I’m sorry.  I’m Tad Buckley.  I’m not new here, I’ve lived here for a good while and I’m also not a freshman,” Tad blubbered all at once.
“I caught that last part,” Sean said smiling.  “Listen we better get a move on here.  This guy’s buddies are going to be looking for him here any minute.”
“I’m supposed to meet Keely out here,” Tad said still feeling a little shocked.
“Keely Allison?” Sean asked.
“Yeah, you know her?” Tad said now looking Sean up and down.
“Yeah, she’s in a couple of my classes.  Hey you must be her partner right?  Her paranormal partner I mean,” Sean said with a look of recognition on his face.
“Yeah,” Tad said squinting his eyes, “how did you know about that?”
“It came up in Tosh’s class,” Keely said marching down the stairs and walking between them.  “What happened to Randy?”
Randy rolled on the grass still trying to catch his breath.
“This guy did,” Tad said pointing at Sean.
Sean smiled and shrugged.  Keely felt her cheeks blush.
“It was not…” Sean got out before Keely cut him off.
“Fascinating,” Keely said, “Tad let’s get going.  Sean we’d love to stay and get to know you better, but we’ve got evidence to present.”
“Really?” Sean said smiling, “To whom?”
“My uncle Dr. Patton Schneider looks over all our stuff before we take it back to the client,” Keely said proudly.
“Cool,” Sean said, “could I come along?”
“Sure,” Tad said at the exact moment Keely said “No.”
Tad looked at Keely, Keely looked at Tad and Sean looked at both of them then put his hands up.  “You guys got a thing here and I don’t want to get in the middle of it.”
“It’s not a thing,” Tad and Keely said simultaneously.
“Well, whatever,” Sean said looking towards the front doors, “Jock alert we better get going.”
“Thanks man,” Tad said putting out a hand.
“No problem,” Sean said shaking it.  “You’ll have to tell me what your guy said about your evidence.”
Keely rolled her eyes and she and Tad quickly scampered down the front side walk, while Sean hopped over a small retaining wall and backed away.  Randy was finally able to pull himself up and stared after him.  Sean smirked and shrugged back. 

“This ain’t over,” Randy said holding his stomach and back.

The Society: Conspiracy
By  Aaron Crabill

Series: The Society (#2)
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal, Adventure
Publisher:  Self Published
Release Date:  February 15 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: E~Book & Print


The second incredible chapter in The Society cycle finds the team growing. Keely, Sean, and Tad are joined by their formerly demon possessed enemy Randy Adams. They’ve gone public with their findings and have become celebrities in their hometown and around the world thanks to their popular website. But this new level of attention has drawn the attention of the mysterious and powerful group of global powers they were warned never to cross. This deadly conspiracy of men has begun to move against them from the shadows in ways they never could have anticipated. A new supernatural threat has arisen with a personal vendetta against them and plans to tear them apart from the inside. Things have never been better for the kids in the society. Things have never been more deadly either.

The Society: Conspiracy



I love this book even more there is so much action and drama
in this book we go further into the society's lives. There are so many twists and turns in this book and even some romance. Then to beat it all they have to trust someone they know they shouldn't but do any way. They all attract attention from someone they did want any attention from and things just seem to go wrong for them . This book is really great I hope there is a next book I am so addicted to them. Great job Aaron Crabill.


Wendy had to get permission from her folks before she could join the society at Mrs. Dillon’s house.  She was shocked at how fast her parents went for it.  She spent a half a moment wondering if they had similar hopes to her making more friends and branching out a little this year too.
The Dillon house was too far out of town for a bike ride this late at night, so they had all piled into Randy’s hatchback Mustang.  The car was loud and smelled like exhaust.  Sean had no problem pointing that fact out as frequently as he could.  Randy said he barely noticed anymore.  Tad mused that the part of Randy’s brain that registered scents may have been killed off by the fumes.
Keely was trying to make sure that Wendy was OK with this.  “I really don’t know what’s going to happen,” Keely said unable to move much more than her mouth to speak packed three across on the tiny backseat.  “Honestly we always thought mediums and psychics were kind of…well…frauds.  Shoes on the other foot now though.”
“You think it will work?”  Wendy asked looking out the tiny triangular window beside her.  “Do you think Abigail will show up?”
“I don’t know,” Keely said trying to sound sympathetic but still be heard over the rumbling car.  “I sure hope so.  I want to know if she was involved.  I think it might help if you are there.”
Wendy just nodded her head and kept looking out the window.  Tad sat silently on the other side of Keely and watched and listened to their conversation.   He didn’t want anything to happen that was going to be any more traumatic to Wendy than what had already happened over the last two days.  He was having a tough time wrapping his mind around everything, from the demon, to Elise’s videos, to the fact that they were now headed to Mrs. Dillon’s house to take part in a séance.  He couldn’t imagine how someone who’d just become initiated into all of this could possibly be taking it.
He turned and looked out his tiny triangular window.  Keely turned her head and looked at him.  This was getting to be torture.  For the last six months Tad had felt so far away.  They’d been as close as two young people could be for years but now sometimes, most of the time, she felt like she didn’t know who he was.  She turned and looked at Wendy.  The thought passed through her mind that she was the one who’d taken her best friend from her.  That thought passed quickly followed by a sense of shame at the fact that that was patently false. 
Randy pulled into Mrs. Dillon’s driveway and she was already outside waiting for them.  Sean felt his stomach tighten.  The last time he and Mrs. Dillon had spoken face to face she was pretty upset with him.  She’d been nice on the phone but all the same he felt nervous getting out of the car to see her in person.
“Oh my goodness,” Mrs. Dillon said smiling ear to ear, “there are more of you.”
“There sure are,” Keely said smiling for a heartbeat before being grabbed by Mrs. Dillon and hugged like a bear.
“Who are these two young men?” Mrs. Dillon asked squaring up on Tad and Randy.  She put her fists on her hips and puffed up her chest.  “Two big strapping young men to be sure.”
“I’m Tad,” Tad offered a hand.  “I was in on the investigation here a while back.  I just didn’t get the chance to meet with you back then.”
“Well I’m glad you get to meet me now, and you big fellah?”  She looked up at Randy.
“Randy Addams ma’am,” he said extending his hand. 
She looked at him for just a fraction of a second before taking his hand.  That fraction of a second was long enough for Randy to know that she’d felt something off about him.  He wondered if she knew just how off he’d been only a few short months ago.
“Who is this young lady,” she asked moving to Wendy.  “You are just a doll.”
“Thanks,” Wendy blushed hard.  “I’m Wendy Tucker.”
“I think I know your parents,” She smiled and shook hands with her.  Finally she stepped over to Sean.  “I know this one all right.”
She narrowed her eyes at him.  Sean instantly felt shame.  “I um,” Sean said running his hand through his hair.
Mrs. Dillon grabbed him and hugged him.  She squeezed him tight like a bear in a trap.  She pulled his head down and whispered in his ear, “They’ve come again.  New ones.” 
Sean pulled back and saw the absolute joy on her face.  He felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.  “I’m so glad about that,” he said and meant it.
“Well come on its dark out here,” she said waving her hands to get them hustling in behind her.  “I was so happy when you called me.  I was on the internets today and I heard some really nasty things.  Saw them too.  I was thinking about you kids.”
“Don’t believe it,” Keely said following her through the tiny house.  “That’s why we’re here you know.  We think there’s someone out there that may want to talk to us.”
“That’s what Sean said,” Mrs. Dillon spoke as they entered a tiny room with a very large table in it.  She walked to the head of it and took a seat.  Behind her was a huge odd looking black and red painting.
“We’re really sorry to bother you this late at night,” Tad said trying not to give into a yawn.
“This is important dear,” Mrs. Dillon flattened out a wrinkle in the table cloth.
“Is Mr. Dillon home?” Keely asked taking one of the seats that Mrs. Dillon was flamboyantly guiding them to with her hands.
“Charles is at a Doctor Who convention in Las Vegas,” she answered patting Keely on the hand.  “So nice of you to ask.”
“So how does this work” Randy asked squeezing his big frame into position at the large table in the tiny room.  “You just like…dial up the ghost and they have to come.  You summon the individual and they just, like, have to be here?”
“They have to want to be here,” Mrs. Dillon answered her voice almost stern.  “I can call out to them, but ultimately it’s up to the spirit.  Do you have something this young woman is connected to?  That would help.”
“We have Wendy,” Tad put a hand on her shoulder.  “She’s been in communication with the spirit from the start of all this.”
“But,” Wendy started, “if she was in on this thing…if she was working with Elise…if she was out to hurt you guys…she may not want to show up.”
“That may be dear,” Mrs. Dillon’s voice was tender.  “But she may also want to explain herself to you.  She may care about you.”
Wendy nodded her head genuinely hoping that was true.
“Do we really have to hold hands and all that?” Randy asked sounding nonplussed.
“Yes you do,” Mrs. Dillon’s voice was firm again.  “It’s about faith.  You have to believe this will work or it won’t.  I want everyone to close their eyes.  I want everyone to focus on this young woman’s name.  I want everyone to think about just her first name now.  Just think Abigail.”
They could all feel an electricity in the air.  Mrs. Dillon’s voice was raised in pitch and excitement, “Don’t open your eyes yet.  Keep focused…think of her full name now, Abigail Bridges.”
There was suddenly a slight breeze in the room.  The curtains rustled, and everyone felt a chill.  Mrs. Dillon reminded them all to keep their eyes closed, to stay focused.  They could hear the sound of a calendar falling off a wall and crashing to the ground.  The electricity was causing Keely and Wendy’s hair to rise.
“OK,” Randy said his voice betraying his excitement, “this is awesome.”
“Focus,” Mrs. Dillon chastised.
“Wendy is that you?” the voice came from the center of the room just above the table.
“Abigail?” Wendy asked back keeping her eyes closed.  “Are you here?”
“Open your eyes girl,” Mrs. Dillon said opening hers.
When she opened her eyes Wendy didn’t see what she expected to.  She didn’t see Abigail standing there as she’d seen her before.  Instead what she saw was a twisting loop of green electricity moving through a field of what looked like sparkling gold dust.
Sean, Keely, Tad, and Randy instantly recognized the sight before them.  It was raw spirit energy.  Mrs. Dillon seemed to be at peace with what she was seeing as well.  This was clearly not the first time she’d seen something like this.
“Just for the record,” Keely asked staring at the electricity in the air and kicking herself for not bringing any equipment along, “you are Abigail Bridges?”
“Yes,” the voice came from the air around the twisting green and gold.
“Why do you look like that?” Wendy asked biting back fear.
“I’m sorry,” The voice sounded sincere and slowly the image of Abigail Bridges began to appear in the air forming out of and seemingly replacing the electricity that had been there seconds ago.  “It’s hard to do this.”
Wendy grabbed for Tad’s hand under the table.  Tad let her take hold.  Her grip betrayed her fear.  Tad looked at her.  She was in awe of what she was seeing.
“Why did you do it Abigail?” Sean asked trying not to sound as mad as he felt.
“I had to,” Abigail had taken on as full a form as she appeared able.  Her face showed some tension like she was trying to hold on.  Her body appeared to be standing in the center of the table only her upper half was visible cut off exactly at the height of the table. 
“I don’t understand,” Randy didn’t seem to care how mad he came across.  “You had to?  You don’t even know any of us.  No offense but you died before most of us could talk.”
“I can’t talk about this,” Abigail looked frightened.  “It isn’t safe.  The only reason I am here is to tell Wendy that I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  I had to.”
“Why did you have to?” Wendy asked.  “You know what you did right?  You used me and you made it so I hurt my friends.  This whole thing, it ruined the society.”
“I know,” Abigail appeared grief stricken.  “I had to…I…she made me.”
“Elise?” Sean asked.
“Elise?” Abigail seemed confused.  “She’s not called Elise.”
“What do you call her?” Sean fired right back.
“I can’t say,” Abigail’s lip curled.  “You don’t know her anyway.”
“You call her Dardis?”  Randy asked leaning forward.  “You don’t know anything about Elise Andrews do you?”
Abigail suddenly jerked, her head began to shoot back and forth looking about the room.  “You said her name,” her voice was utter horror.
“Young man, what did you say?” Mrs. Dillon’s face betrayed growing nerves.
“Do you feel that?” Keely asked looking at her arms and watching goose bumps form.  “It’s cold.”
“What’s going on here?” The words only left Mrs. Dillon’s lips before the sound of light bulbs popping came from outside the room. 
The tiny explosions of glass got louder and they seemed to be heading toward them at a rapid rate.  Lights were going off all around the house, and darkness was closing in from all sides. 
“Oh no,” Abigail said in a child’s voice. 
Randy shot to his feet just before the lights went out.
Abigail’s pained voice, “She’s here.”

Author Bio

Aaron Crabill is a talented writer and Superman fanatic. You should see his toy collection it's ridiculous. He's got two wonderful sons and a wife who's way out of his league and very understanding when it comes to ridiculous toy collections. He currently lives in Kansas...and he's not too fond of that.

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