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Something Was Waiting Inside the Rambling Victorian Farmhouse ...Reeling from a miscarriage that shatters their lives and threatens to destroy their marriage, a grieving young couple move home to Indiana to make a fresh start. It seems like fate with they stumble across the home of their dreams -- at a bargain price.From the moment they step foot in the sprawling Victorian mansion, though, Haley and Clyde are beset by a series of strange occurrences that make them question their sanity … and each other. As the ghostly encounters become more violent, the intruder reveals himself to be the soul of a long-dead boy with a secret past and an agenda of reconciliation that centers on Clyde.Now, to save their home and marriage, the couple must battle their fears and the dark presence that threatens them from every black corner to unravel the mystery of their restless visitor.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
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CHAPTER ONE The Showing
CHAPTER TWO Move-in Day
CHAPTER THREE Daddy?
CHAPTER FOUR Storm Clouds
CHAPTER FIVE Sabotage
CHAPTER SIX Albert
CHAPTER SEVEN Betrayal?
CHAPTER EIGHT Cradled
CHAPTER NINE Open Doors
CHAPTER TEN Do You Believe?
CHAPTER ELEVEN Madame Nina
CHAPTER TWELVE Moving On
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Broken Soul - Little Boy Lost (Book 1)
By Adam Hughes
Copyright © 2016 Adam Hughes; All rights reserved
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CHAPTER ONE
The Showing
It was an odd place for a little boy’s play area.
Nestled in the back of the attic of the big old Victorian house, only the light from a hexagonal window illuminated what amounted to a passageway from the storage area in front to the rickety staircase in the rear. Clyde Jefferson had no idea why anyone would let their child play up there, but the evidence suggested it was so.
Several painted handprints adorned the patchy plaster that barely covered the slat boards of the walls. Toy guns and army men were scattered in dark corners. And maybe most disconcerting of all was the rocking horse that stood in the middle of the floor. It still rocked as Clyde passed by, lagging behind his wife Haley and their real estate agent, Connie Williams. One of them must have brushed against the toy when they walked by.
Connie was already halfway down the flight of stairs that led to the first-floor kitchen when Haley goaded her husband from the head of the stairs.
“Come on, honey, let’s get out of this attic. It creeps me out.”
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
