Horror

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In the quiet town of Walnut Grove, something evil lurks within the occupants' minds. Only those dwelling twenty feet below Hattie's Bar and Grill are safe from the malevolent "holy water" handed out during Sunday church service. On the outside, the townsfolk are clean and friendly, but beneath the surface evil creeps toward an explosive and destructive end.

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Wings of Thunder by Margaret Marr


Wind swept rain against the window and splattered it down the panes. Lightning lit the sky and thunder grumbled in the distance.

Lenora Elayne squirmed and twisted in her sleep, fisting the sheet in her hands. Images of fire and a dark force flickered behind her lids. A little girl stood in the midst--calm, undisturbed by the chaos around her. Suddenly the girl looked directly at Lenora and mouthed sentences she couldn't understand.

"Please--I can't hear..." her words trailed off in a desperate whisper. She kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed and mumbled unintelligible words in her sleep.

Outside the storm drew closer. Jagged forks of nature's electricity split the black clouds. The dark shapes of trees hulked in the night--demons coming from the sulfur pits of Hell to devour the town.

"No." Lenora rolled her head from side to side on her pillow, willing herself to scream to jolt her out of the hideous nightmare paralyzing her with its hold.

The little girl opened her mouth and yelled, "He's coming soon!"

Lenora shot straight up in bed, breathing in short, little gasps. Lightning lit her room as bright as a surreal landscape, but withdrew as quickly, leaving her in darkness again.

She dropped against her pillow. Tears sprang to her eyes as she clutched the comforter to her chin, which offered no comfort at all. The message in her dream had made no sense-again.

Your savior will come on wings and thunder.