A group of snobby socialite teenage girls walk past me. One of them points at me and says, “Look ladies: A sad example of The Common Man, destined to toil away for our rich husbands and never enjoy luxury cars or a house in the Hamptons.” Smart-ass me snaps back, “Don’t kid yourself: 90% of you will end up pregnant and friendless, and will wither into an ambien-addled haze. Prepare to end life as a well-dressed version of Gollum.” It doesn’t go over well. They scream and whip out pepperspray, tasers, and an assortment of handguns from their Louis Vuitton purses and I’m running wide-eyed behind a parked car as it’s riddled with bulletholes. Open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. A ghost trap appears in my hand. I wheel it out from under the car and step on the pedal. It opens its doors, and the teen demonites are sucked into the stunningly appropriate device. I drive it to the firehouse and put them in the containment unit, where they belong with the other crazy-ass monsters and archfiends.
There’s only one answer for snobby socialites: Ghost traps. Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here: Vol. 1 on Kindle. Vol. 2 on Kindle here: Vol.2 on Kindle.
Kent Wayne 
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