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.
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
The Butcher's Boy
- 2011 Readers Favorite Award Silver Medal Winner in Horror - Fiction
A Paranormal/Chiller by Michael Robb
Thirty-one years ago, Buxly the Butcher went to trial for killing h
