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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Neewa the Wonder Dog and the Ghost Hunters

Volume I The Mystery of the Indian Medicine Woman is Revealed! Adventure and mystery in the uncanny spirit world captivate the young lives of fourteen-year-old Christina and her sister Jackie, eleven. When the family moves 1500 miles from their home in New Jersey to the desert of the American Southwest, they encounter many spirits—some good, some evil.
Out West the family seeks out the paranormal, hunting ghosts with the latest most sophisticated devices. Their searches take them to several eerie places, including a remote forest, a ghost town, and a sacred burial ground. They also explore an isolated Native American stream and investigate an Indian Pow Wow.
Not long after settling into their new home, Christina adopts Neewa, a half coyote female puppy with a mysterious secret. But when the puppy becomes deathly ill, the girl is determined to find a doctor to save her pet. When a shaman vet miraculously turns up, he supplies a charm, a potion, and an incantation for Neewa to save her spirit.
Danger lurks around every corner but the sisters surprisingly find protection in most unusual ways through a medicine woman, mythological animals, herbs and other mystical means.
Throughout their extraordinary experiences the young sisters face various dimensions of fear and joy.

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  1. Neewa the Wonder Dog and the Ghost Hunters young adult book can be downloaded from Smashwords, Lulu, Free ebooks.net and so many more. Over 1400 downloads that I know of.

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  2. “But seriously, Dad, there’s something going on here. What about those Orbs at Doctor Cuthberson’s ranch? And how about all his artifacts? And remember Chester put that charm on Neewa and said it will protect her from evil? Chester had a strange look in his eyes when he said that. I stared back at him. Then he said laughing, ’The evil dogcatcher, that’s who.’
    “He wanted to tell me something, but he couldn’t. Something about Neewa, but it’s the Indian way, he can’t possibly tell.
    “And what about Heather giving us each a bag of herbs to protect us from evil? And now this dust devil possessed by an evil devil spirit chasing us. She vanquished it with colored powders thrown in the air and into a wood stove. A Medicine Woman! Something is going on and I’m going to get to the bottom of it.
    “And did you forget what that little girl at the Tribal History meeting said? She asked, ’Do you know Neewa has a spirit?’ And what about when Neewa flew up on the kitchen counter to eat the pumpkin pies? Neewa can fly.”
    Dad replies, “You have a vivid imagination Christina, we have no real proof Neewa flew onto the counter to get those pumpkin pies.”
    I pause for a moment to catch my breath and gather my thoughts.
    Giggling nervously, “I have an idea, we can put a backpack full of equipment on Neewa and mount a camera on her. I’ll send her into Heather’s sacred burial grounds to hunt those spirits. Neewa can film and take readings with the meters in the backpack. I can show the film on my own TV show. I’ll call it ‘Doggie Ghost Cam.’”
    Laughing, “Wait, wait, I got a better name for my TV show. I’ll call it, ‘Flying Doggie Ghost Cam.’ Neewa can fly in and out of haunted houses, sacred burial grounds, boot hills, and such.”
    “Ha ha, good Christina, that’s one of your better jokes,” Jackie smirks.
    We arrive home from Heather’s. My head is full of devil spirits, charms, stories of evil, doggie ghost cam shows, and terror, all thrown together.
    On my way to bed, “Neewa, you are sleeping next to me tonight.”

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  3. Downloads of "Neewa the Wonder Dog and the Ghost Hunters, Volume I The Mystery of the Indian Medicine Woman is Revealed!" Downloads have skyrocketed to over 1600. These are the downloads the author knows of. The book is on many web sites, some of which do not count the downloads! It could be many more?

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  4. Neewa the Wonder Dog and the Ghost Hunters young adult book can be downloaded from Smashwords, Lulu, Free ebooks.net and so many more. Over 1800 downloads that I know of.

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  5. Neewa has a charming quality. She is truly an amazing character...while reading Volume, I heard the howling of "somebody's dog....or ? was it a wolf...lol. Thanks, John, Christina and Jackie for sharing your adventures!
    I am enjoying your young adult book ---your family vacation is most exciting!!

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    1. Thank you! If we brought just one smile to your face, then all the efforts that go into a project such as this, is so worth it!

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  6. Sue Supino wrote-This is a story, not about Ghosts, and not about Neewa...it is a story of a teenage girl and her love for not only her sister and father.....but her growth and adjustment during her trip 1500 miles away from home. It's a novel of two siblings-- during their exciting adventure out west, separated for the first time; from their mother, grandparents, and friends.
    In this first person narrative, Cerutti uses a multi sensory approach, which takes the reader to a place far away---literally, to the state of Nevada- where his young family; daughters Christina (14) and Jacqueline (11) experience the opportunity of a lifetime. These three (four including Neewa) are not very different from your average American family, except they are hunting Ghosts!! The reader will feel the anticipation that they feel when searching for these supernatural beings, and you can join them!
    Cerutti captures the reader's attention as he magically invites you on a journey to find the true meaning of sisterhood. These sisters quarrel, and through their mistakes, experience the truth of life--all told through the eyes of a 14 year old, who has accepted a goofy coy dog as her own. Christina, the older of the two, is teetering on the brink of disrespect as she verbally knocks down her dad, who is attempting to supervise the teenager who sees right through him. His love for his daughters is evident during their nightly ritual.... While sharing bedtime pleasantries, they say their goodnights, and I Love You's, "Round Robin" style. It is similar to the Ron Howard's "The Walton's," sitcom from the 1980's exempt of one thing-- their mother is not onboard for the journey.
    Christina is the cerebral one, though envious of her sister Jackie, the beauty's, "perfect nose." She is expected to take charge of the domestic duties, ranging from setting the dinner table, to baking the pumpkin pies. ( you will smell the aroma of the pies baking, as the author reviews the family recipe. Tina, as your typical teen, ignores her father's direction, test limits, and heckles her sister, who is three years her junior, teasing Jackie, as only a sister can do.
    The sisters learn from the Indians, who believe in energy, where a spirit can take on other forms. Through symbolism; (i.e. the wind...the POW WOW) Cerutti captives the reader who envisions himself in among this circle of life....Jackie reads a passage from the book, "Indians believe the Spirit lives forever.
    When the body dies, the spirit is called a "spirit being" and may take the body of another
    living creature such as a butterfly, a wolf, or even a bear. Or a spirit being may live in the
    wind or earth not taking any form at all.

    This family is witness to paranormal behavior, or is it normal behavior? You will laugh with them, cry with them and you can feel the love, as they are engulfed in the arms of the Indian tribe's leader and his family. At the end of this story, you'll want to adopt a puppy, you will wish to hug your sister, and you will be thankful say to goodnight to those you love.

    I regret that this adventure, and book has come to a close, and anticipate the premier of Volume II, next year. Watch for "Neewa and the Ghost Hunters," Volume ll, and who knows the movie may come out in a theatre near you?

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  7. Sue Supino says,"I regret that this adventure, and book has come to a close, and anticipate the premier of Volume II, next year.
    This is a story, not about Ghosts, and not about Neewa...it is a story of a teenage girl and her love for not only her sister and father.....but her growth and adjustment during her trip 1500 miles away from home. It's a novel of two siblings-- during their exciting adventure out west, separated for the first time; from their mother, grandparents, and friends.
    In this first person narrative, Cerutti uses a multi sensory approach, which takes the reader to a place far away---literally, to the state of Nevada- where his young family; daughters Christina (14) and Jacqueline (11) experience the opportunity of a lifetime. These three (four including Neewa) are not very different from your average American family, except they are hunting Ghosts!! The reader will feel the anticipation that they feel when searching for these supernatural beings, and you can join them!
    Cerutti captures the reader's attention as he magically invites you on a journey to find the true meaning of sisterhood. These sisters quarrel, and through their mistakes, experience the truth of life--all told through the eyes of a 14 year old, who has accepted a goofy coy dog as her own. Christina, the older of the two, is teetering on the brink of disrespect as she verbally knocks down her dad, who is attempting to supervise the teenager who sees right through him. His love for his daughters is evident during their nightly ritual.... While sharing bedtime pleasantries, they say their goodnights, and I Love You's, "Round Robin" style. It is similar to the Ron Howard's "The Walton's," sitcom from the 1980's exempt of one thing-- their mother is not onboard for the journey.
    Christina is the cerebral one, though envious of her sister Jackie, the beauty's, "perfect nose." She is expected to take charge of the domestic duties, ranging from setting the dinner table, to baking the pumpkin pies. ( you will smell the aroma of the pies baking, as the author reviews the family recipe. Tina, as your typical teen, ignores her father's direction, test limits, and heckles her sister, who is three years her junior, teasing Jackie, as only a sister can do.
    The sisters learn from the Indians, who believe in energy, where a spirit can take on other forms. Through symbolism; (i.e. the wind...the POW WOW) Cerutti captives the reader who envisions himself in among this circle of life....Jackie reads a passage from the book, "Indians believe the Spirit lives forever.
    When the body dies, the spirit is called a "spirit being" and may take the body of another
    living creature such as a butterfly, a wolf, or even a bear. Or a spirit being may live in the
    wind or earth not taking any form at all.

    This family is witness to paranormal behavior, or is it normal behavior? You will laugh with them, cry with them and you can feel the love, as they are engulfed in the arms of the Indian tribe's leader and his family. At the end of this story, you'll want to adopt a puppy, you will wish to hug your sister, and you will be thankful say to goodnight to those you love.

    I regret that this adventure, and book has come to a close, and anticipate the premier of Volume II, next year. Watch for "Neewa and the Ghost Hunters," Volume ll, and who knows the movie may come out in a theatre near you?"

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  8. Great story for teens Submitted by Ildiko on 2 August, 2011 - 20:34. Really sweet to know that you have created this story with your girls in mind. I almost feel like I can see the interactions between them in real life...as you capture their personalities well. (for the little I know of them, it seems to me.) This would be a great story for teens...they would love it! I will get back to it some other time. Fun reading....love the FL grandmother's chicken meal. Mary Mester (Comments from other sources.)

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  9. certainly can’t tell Dad’s boss that we hunt ghosts. That’s right! We hunt ghosts, not imaginary ones, but ghosts and spirits that give off real natural energy ...

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  10. Now my morning at the pound was no longer joyous and full of promise. It was more like a slow motion death walk in a horror movie. Frame after frame passing before me with animals being led to the gas chamber where they were to be “taken care of” all right.

    The morning was slipping away, there seemed to be more and more animals, and choosing just one became more complicated. I wanted to save them all. Maybe even lead a jailbreak and set them all free.

    Jackie followed me through the aisles of animals while Dad was left behind somewhere.

    Nearing the end of death row, I became full of fear and anxiety. Animals jumped toward me as I passed their cages, wanting to be saved from their ultimate fate.

    If I reached out to one, it lunged to the side of the cage, crashing into the wire wall, trying to kiss my fingers, as if I were Pope John Paul. And had the power to save them. It was as if they knew their fate and that I was their savior. But nothing could save all of these animals.

    Unexpectedly, I spied a little white puppy curled up in a ball with its littermates. It looked up at me with pointed ears too big for its head and a shining black nose. It was the cutest puppy I had ever seen. It jumped up on the side of the cage letting out a yelp, calling me.

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  11. This puppy was so pretty, a German shepherd looking girl. She had the deepest steel gray eyes and a long snout on its big head. Her tail curled up over her hind legs like a Husky as she stood on her back legs up against the cage, nibbling on my fingers with her pointed white teeth. She was so beautiful, and had such soft ivory fur. And those big floppy paws were too big for her body, just like her ears. I hope she doesn’t grow into those paws.

    Jackie,” I shrieked, “here’s the one, here’s the one!” feeling joy that I have not felt for a long, long time.

    Just then Dad caught up to us. I petted her through the cage as she ran around my hand like it was a toy to tease and chew on.

    “Can we take her home Dad?” I looked at him.

    “Hey,” Dad moaned, “I thought we agreed on a grown dog, one that’s already trained and house broken.”

    Jackie stooped down next to me and the puppy licked both our faces through the metal mesh. It was love at first sight for her too.

    “Jackie you want this one right? Say yes,” I pleaded with her.

    “Dad let’s get this one,” she agreed.

    “Dad, I want this puppy, she will be a good watch dog and protect Jackie and me. Grown up or not, please Dad,” sounding like a beggar but not caring.

    Dad was reluctant to commit, something about it being too much work, or some other reason. I didn’t know and didn’t care what he was thinking. A long pause followed. He seemed to be weighing his options.

    I didn’t see it as a difficult choice. On the one hand he could disappoint us and spend the rest of his days in hell, or take the puppy and win the Greatest Dad of The Day Award.

    “Okay, Okay,” he says as he steps up to the podium for the Best Dad Prize.

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  12. “All right, we’re ready,” I continue, “now all we have to do is wait for this phantom to show up. These banshees will do anything to lure a human being into their trap. They want to take over your body and soul and this fiend is no different.” As we sit around the campfire, Dad begins to tell a scary legend. He always does this especially when we’re in the middle of nowhere. Neewa lies by my feet, her chain still clipped to her collar. Occasionally she looks up at me with her steel gray eyes. She checks in on me, she always does. Dad speaks with an eerie shiver in his voice as he begins to tell a story. “People and pets disappear in the desert all the time. Usually they are found dead, near the place where they were last seen.” “She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for her livelihood. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and say she was a witch. None dared cross the old crone for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors. “Then the children in the village began to disappear, one by one. No one could find out where they had gone. Grief-stricken families searched the woods, the local buildings, and all the houses and barns, but there was no sign of them. “A few brave souls even went to Bloody Mary's home in the woods to see if the witch had taken the children, but she denied any knowledge of the disappearances. Still, it was noted that her haggard appearance had changed. She looked younger, more attractive. “The neighbors were suspicious, but they could find no proof that the witch had taken their young ones. “Then came the night when the daughter of the miller rose from her bed and walked outside, following an enchanted sound no one else could hear. “The miller's wife had a toothache and was sitting up in the kitchen treating the tooth with an herbal remedy when her daughter left the house. She screamed for her husband and followed the girl out of the door. The miller came running in his nightshirt. Together, they tried to restrain the girl, but she kept breaking away from them and heading out of town. “The desperate cries of the miller and his wife woke the neighbors. They came to assist the frantic couple. “Suddenly, a sharp-eyed farmer gave a shout and pointed towards a strange light at the edge of the woods. A few townsmen followed him out into the field and saw Bloody Mary standing beside a large oak tree, holding a magic wand that was pointed towards the miller's house. She was glowing with an unearthly light as she set her evil spell upon the child. “The townsmen grabbed their guns and their pitchforks and ran toward the witch. When she heard the commotion, Bloody Mary broke off her spell and fled back into the woods.

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    “The far-sighted farmer had loaded his gun with silver bullets in case the witch ever came after his daughter. Now he took aim and shot at her. The bullet hit Bloody Mary in the hip and she fell to the ground. “The angry townsmen leapt upon her and carried her back into the field, where they built a huge bonfire and burned her at the stake. “As she burned, Bloody Mary screamed a curse at the villagers, ’If anyone mentions my name aloud before a mirror, I will send my spirit to revenge myself upon them for my death.’ “When she was dead, the villagers went to her house in the woods and found the missing children the evil witch had kidnapped. She was draining their blood and using it to make herself young again. “From that day to this, anyone foolish enough to chant Bloody Mary's name three times before a darkened mirror will summon the vengeful spirit of the witch. It is said that she will tear their bodies to pieces and rip their souls from their mutilated bodies. The souls of these unfortunate ones will burn in torment as Bloody Mary once was burned, and they will be trapped forever in the mirror.” “Thanks Dad, I’m going to sleep in a tent in the middle of nowhere and you tell me this chilling story. Now stop it, I’m not kidding. You’re going to give me nightmares.” “Come Neewa, you’re staying in the tent with Jackie and me.” As I lie down all kinds of thoughts run through my head. Thoughts about ghosts and the Donner Party’s terrible tragedy flood my brain. I look through the nylon tent at the glowing fire. Shadows of the campfire flames dance on the tent like a movie screen displaying a slide show. The shapes dwindle and shrink smaller and smaller, it’s the fire’s last dance. Listening to the quiet, there’s nothing out there. A few crickets, a frog or two but mostly the crackling fire. Drifting into sleep, I know bodies are discovered on the desert all the time, I’ve heard stories. One time a four-wheeler found a human skeleton near here in an old deserted mine. Imagine that, going in a cave and seeing bones lying there. Now that’s scary. I’d explore an old mine, but I’m not going first. Sometimes a newspaper reporter will get an anonymous letter telling where a dead body can be found. Local police receive tips too. People are afraid to come forward, so they call or write anonymous letters, revealing where a corpse is. Usually all that’s left of the carcass are bones. Most of the time no one can figure out who it was. Out of respect, the police give the remains a name—John Doe if it’s a man and Jane Doe if it’s a woman. Tonight we are going to catch that ghost. Then I can tell all my friends back East. They will think I’m so cool, the most famous ghost hunter ever. But right now I’d better get some rest before we hike up the trail. I need sleep now. My eyes are heavy and begin to close, than open and close again.

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  14. Chapter 26 - Spirit World
    Heather speaks, “This evil devil spirit is moving like a tornado, a violently rotating column of air with the power of the wind, earth, and moon.” Heather is determined, “That one is a strong one and it must be stopped. I will vanquish this evil devil spirit back to the supernatural, back to its eternal pain. My battle with evil will be to the death.”
    Heather reaches into her bandolier bag and throws a handful of yellow powder into the air. It blows right past us giving us a light coating.
    She explains, “The powder will protect us from this devil, but we must seek sacred ground.”
    Everything is happening so fast. Now I’m in shock and I don’t know what to say. Jackie hugs Dad and Dad embraces us as we stand shoulder to shoulder.
    “Look!” The Medicine Woman exclaims. “That evil devil spirit is seeking a body and soul to possess, don’t let it be yours.”
    I’m gasping for air, “It sounds like a screaming banshee and it’s headed right for us.”
    “Hurry up, come into my home, it is sacred ground and the evil one cannot take you here. Quickly, quickly,” Heather implores.
    We duck inside her house and go by the light of the wood stove. Heather throws blue powder into the fire. It contacts the flames and blue smoke rises up the flue. The stovepipe glows for a moment as the smoke ascends up the chimney.
    She yells, “Go demon, leave us evil devil spirit.”
    Huddling together around the wood stove. Only our faces illuminated, the rest of our bodies surrounded by darkness.
    Heather looks at each of us. “Families of those who have been taken by an evil devil spirit will not even notice a change. They will not see any physical difference in their loved one. No one will guess his or her body and soul have been taken.
    “Evil devil spirits are amongst us, you know who they are. You have met them, someone who has become evil, a problem to the rest of us.
    “Everyone who knows one will say, ’It’s not like him, he was so nice, but now he is different.’
    “A friend of one who has been taken might confide, ‘I don’t know what has happened to her, she’s gone bad. I don’t know her anymore.’”
    No one moves or speaks for what seems like minutes, but is only seconds.
    Heather speaks, “It is safe now, the evil one is gone.”
    Silence hangs over us for a few more seconds, none of us know what to do or say.
    Finally Dad says, “Okay it’s getting late guys, let’s go home. Thank you Heather, for everything. Good to see you, Diane. Ready Christina? Jackie? Neewa?”
    “Yeah, Dad, ready,” I reply.
    Neewa wags her tail and runs to my side.
    “Me too, Dad, I’m ready,” Jackie adds as we file out.
    Safely in our car now, questions flood my head faster than terabytes on high-speed broadband. Did that really happen? What was Heather really fighting? What is an evil devil spirit?
    But not one of us actually has anything to say. We just stare at the road and drive the half-mile to our home.
    I ask, “Dad are you thinking what I’m thinking? Heather said that her house is sacred ground. And Diane told me at school that their burial ground is underneath her house and that spirits visit her.”
    “Yes, Christina, what about it?” Dad doubts my testimony.
    “We’ve found the Indian burial grounds, that’s what! Now all we have to do is figure out how to get our equipment into that house without being discovered.”

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  15. REVIEW:Sue says, " Amazon peer review, 8/18/2013. This is a story, not about Ghosts, and not about Neewa...it is a story of a teenage girl and her love for not only her sister and father.....but her growth and adjustment during her trip 1500 miles away from home. It's a novel of two siblings-- during their exciting adventure out west, separated for the first time; from their mother, grandparents, and friends. In this first person narrative, Cerutti uses a multi sensory approach, which takes the reader to a place far away---literally, to the state of Nevada- where his young family; daughters Christina (14) and Jacqueline (11) experience the opportunity of a lifetime. These three (four including Neewa) are not very different from your average American family, except they are hunting Ghosts!! The reader will feel the anticipation that they feel when searching for these supernatural beings, and you can join them...

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