The Souls

Visibility was horrible along the dense, dark winding two-lane highway that night.  I was tired and had traveled the distance.  I took a quick turn off the main expressway unto a rural route for a quicker drive home, besides, I knew John was probably walking the floors anticipating my arrival.  He would always say, “Mary, it's safer traveling during the day than at night”.  'Oh, why didn't I leave Albuquerque much earlier?  I would surely be home by now!  But I had to stay for one more seminar and attend one more workshop involving my Personal Chef business.  It was well worth it though, I was determined to gain as much information as I possibly could and now, I've got a perfect plan to put into effect and I can't wait to share what I've learned with John!'  I glanced over at the old Brighton Cemetery out in the dark gloomy woods as my headlights flashed the old aged headstones as I passed when thought I saw something dash through the darkness that sent a sudden chill up my spine.  My immediate thought was those old creepy stories Grandma Hilda use to tell me when I was younger about the witches, ghastly spirits and those evil rituals that transpired out in those woods near the old cemetery at night.  Frightening thoughts began to surface as I quickly accelerated but my car began to

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Debbie Lacy
Bildmaterialien: Compliments: Roberto's Image Galleries
Lektorat: Debbie Lacy
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 22.10.2015
ISBN: 978-3-7396-1927-9

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