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Anna-Jake Constan grew up in her parent’s small house on Maple Street in Garner’s Rest, Oklahoma. Her younger siblings moved away right after high school and never returned until the day of their papa’s funeral. At 38 years old Anna-Jake resided there alone, and the horrifying events that took place in the house one dark frozen winter night are what the locals called, “the happening.” They said it was the coldest day in hell.
Published March 8, 2011
A Paranormal Psychological Thriller by Peggy Randall-Martin
THE LACK OF FACTS surrounding the events in 1955, New Orleans, did not stop the wagging tongues who were known to always be right, and they tried to top each other with one strange and bizarre tale after another. But none of their
stories could match the La Bauve family legend and as it grew in the
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Whitley Wickingham received notice of her grandmother's passing, took leave of her job, packed up her 1968 VW and set out for her grandparent’s farm located in Bridlehook, Oklahoma.
The day after her arrival she went up in the attic and was pleased to find her grandmother’s antique mirror. Whitley had admired it all of her life and why it was in the attic was a mystery to her. She began making plans to bring it downstairs. That’s when everything changed and the definition of normal at the Wickingham Farm took on a whole new meaning.
In the fall of 2007, Jill Thornton crossed a time barrier and became involved with a 51-year old murder that took place before she was born ...
I tell you this story now because the people who lived it are all dead; anyway that’s what I’m told. And if that isn’t true, perhaps there will be unkind consequences for me or just maybe letting the world in on the events of that fateful day will jar loose someone’s memory or strike an inflamed nerve. After all it's the conscience with an itch that burns into people's souls, robs their waking hours and seeps like some foul miasma into their dreams. And therein lies the eternal fate of one who entertains his own misery at the expense of others and their right to the truth. My hope is that this resurrection will be the nemesis needed to call those memories forth because then and only then, will I be able to rest.
"Death Takes A Highway"
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Have you heard the old saying, "Be careful. You could wake up in the morning and find yourself dead?” Sounds preposterous, right? What if you went out for a nice dinner at your favorite haunt and no one recognized you? And the conversation at the table next to yours was filled with rumors and innuendos that you were seen in places unknown to you. Would you blow it off as a series of crazy coincidences or launch a search for absolutes? But all roads don’t lead home so plan your travel carefully because when death takes a highway the consequences could leave you dying to know the truth.
"A GOOD SLEEP 4 MURDER" NOW AVAILABLE for 99 CENTS! The suburbia neighborhood was quiet as the earth’s clock rolled upon the midnight hour – all except for one house. Adam Duncan was walking in his sleep & raiding the refrigerator. The sound of glass breaking on the tile floor in the kitchen awakened his wife.
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The Duncan's marriage had seen better days and the divorce would be final in two days. In the days preceding, Adam devised a plan that would not only change his life but that of everyone it touched. Some men will do anything to squeeze all they can out of a good night’s sleep ...
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The suburbia neighborhood was quiet as the earth’s clock rolled upon the midnight hour – all except for one house. Adam Duncan was walking in his sleep & raiding the refrigerator. The sound of glass breaking on the tile floor in the kitchen awakened his wife.
My name is Miss Emmy Sheals. I grew up in the 1960's and I am now exploring the sixties, and over the last few years I’ve learned that if an object can be moved, it can also be misplaced. I spend a good part of my time looking for things and I highly suspect that it’s not all my fault. The conclusion I have come to is that a woman unbeknownst to me sneaks into my house while I’m sleeping and hides everything I hold dear. Psst! We think she's bi-coastal ...
And whatever you do, don’t let this woman scare you into putting things where you can find them easily. It’s a ruse and once you fall into that trap, you will never see half of your stuff again …