I heard her cry all night long but something was wrong,I was alone.I walked through the house again but no one was there , still I heard the cry again a little girl crying but who? In then the morning I decided to drive to the public library to check on the history of the house and the land around it. Indeed a little girl died but hundreds of years ago. So I went home bought a tape recorder and set it down where I heard the most crying and turn it on .Suddenly she did
not disappoint me she began crying.Then suddenly
there was another sound,another woman's voice a lot older ,a mother no doubt .I could not take it
no more I needed to know what happened,I wanted to talk to both of them .Somehow.to be continued.
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h
