Monthly Archives: September 2012
“That’s it!” Kevin yelled. “I’m going inside!”
Repentant, now that he’d gone too far, Michael followed on Kevin’s heels. “I was only kidding, Kev. Don’t go in.”
“I’m freezing,” Kevin answered. “You soaked my shirt! I don’t want to play with you anymore.”
Eve couldn’t see the porch steps from the living room window, but she heard Kevin’s stomping as he climbed onto the lower deck. And then she heard the thud.
Throwing open the door, Eve froze. Kevin had crumpled onto the redwood deck, clutching his head with mittened hands. Standing over him, gripping a log of firewood, Michael might as well have been holding a smoking gun.
“What have you done?” Eve shrieked.
Looking at her blankly, Michael dropped the firewood log with a clatter. “Kevin said he didn’t want to play anymore.”
Eve took the can from Carla’s hand, having no idea what to expect. When she raised it to her nose, she gasped. The Sprite in the can had apparently been transformed. Wafting from the can now was the mouth-watering aroma of freshly cut strawberries! “Taste it,” Eve whispered. Continue reading
If you’ve never lived in a “haunted” house, never been visited by a ghostly apparition, and never had what is typically called a paranormal experience, you may scoff at the information contained in this book. Chances are, you’ll dismiss it from your mind and chalk it up to side effects of medication or the rantings of an overly active imagination.
On the other hand, if you were abused as a child or have ever dabbled in any aspect of the occult, you may find what I have to say to be relevant to your life. More than relevant, you may find it to be vital.