The Rain Dancers E-Book

Greg F. Gifune

• Herausgeber: Independent Legions Publishing
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

He arrives in darkness, in the middle of a violent downpour...an affable old man with tales to tell...
When Will and Betty Colby return to Betty's hometown to settle her late father's affairs and prepare his house for sale, they assume they'll be faced with some cleaning, basic repairs and making runs to the local dump. Will also hopes it will afford Betty a chance to reflect on the difficult relationship she had with her father. But something more is happening in this quiet little town, in this dark old house at the end of this seemingly deserted dirt road.
In the middle of a rainstorm, a man calling himself Bob Laurent appears in the night on their doorstep, claiming to be an old family friend. He seems harmless enough, only Betty has no memory of him. Yet he knows everything about her, her father and their lives. He even knows intimate details about Will and his life. While the storm rages on, a cauldron of tension, suspicion and fear builds between the couple and the stranger, dragging Will and Betty to the very brink of madness.
A vile and unrelenting evil has returned to claim what was taken from it long ago, and all the demons of the past, present and probable future have come home to roost. Before the storm clears and the sun rises, Will and Betty Colby will come to know the horrifying truth.
People live and die...but the evil they do is eternal.
Cover art by George Cotronis.

Leseprobe

THE RAIN DANCERS

by Greg F. Gifune

ISBN: 978-88-99569-64-8

Copyright (Edition) ©2017 Independent Legions Publishing

Copyright (Text) ©Greg F. Gifune

2° Edition - September, 2017

Cover Art by George C. Cotronis

Digital Layout: Lukha B. Kremo

Greg F. Gifune

“The evil that men do lives after them;

the good is oft interred with their bones.”

—William Shakespeare

1

The dreams began not long after the decision was made to return to town to settle things. I hadn’t dreamed of that town or that house in a very long time, but in the weeks leading up to my return, I was confronted with a recurring night­mare so unsettling I didn’t mention it to anyone. Instead, I sat with it, alone and in the dark. I could feel it as if it were a living thing. Slithering about, summon­ing forces none of us fully understood, making it real, making it so. And there was no stopping it.

Not now. Not ever.

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Sometimes I wonder if things would’ve been different had it not been raining so heavily that night. Would he have still appeared at the door as if born of the rain, an orphan even the night didn’t want? What would’ve happened if I’d never an­swered the door or refused to let him in? I wonder.