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Castle of Spirits
Castle of Spirits is a neat Australian website dedicated to ghostly sightings and tales. Well worth browsing on a dark and stormy night!
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Australian horror,
Castle of Spirits,
ghost hunters,
website
Monday, August 10, 2015
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Monday, August 3, 2015
Now Available in Print! CODE 30, Three Tales of Paranormal Horror
Now Available in Print!
CODE 30
Three Tales of Paranormal Horror
Three Tales of Paranormal Horror
By Gail Smith
(Linda Mooney w/a)
Hi. My name is Alexis Hembree, and I’m a cop. My partner and I are good at our jobs, except we don’t tend to work what others would call a “normal” beat. For some reason we draw evil to us like flies to sugar.
Sometimes there are things in this world we can’t explain or anticipate. But when they cross that line between their existence and ours, when they show up, we have to deal with them as best we can.
Some cops fight criminals. We fight something that never should have existed.
It was a crack house. Except, in this case, drug dealers went in but they didn’t come out. Not alive, anyway, but in body bags. What’s more, if everyone who went inside ended up being shredded to death, who was doing the killing?
Georgie Porgie
The killer targeted women. Young, old, prostitutes, business women, it didn’t matter. One moment they would be walking down the sidewalk in the middle of town, and the next what was left of their bodies would be found in a nearby alleyway. Devoured. That’s why I had to be the next one to walk the streets. To draw out whoever was doing this. To be his next victim.
The Goodbye
He murdered young girls by crucifying them with ice picks. He was slick, elusive, and heading for our city. My partner and I were damned and determined this murderer would get no further. Unfortunately I couldn’t keep my head on the job. Neither could I ignore the weird-ass dreams I was having about this deviate. This case was becoming more personal, more foreboding, and more dangerous with each passing day. And there was
no damn way I could avoid what I dreamed would be the final outcome.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
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