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Haunted Ground — Stephen Gresham
Sometimes Burying The Past Isn't Enough...
My name is Ted O'Dell. I grew up on a farm in Saddle Rock, Kansas and I'd like to tell you about the summer of '55...
A child of the devil...is what my mother called my cousin Ilona. She had been crippled in a mysterious accident when she came to spend the summer with us. She was immediately drawn to the Trogler house as if she was already familiar with its violent past and whispered to me:
"Do you believe in ghosts?"
She could sense the evil that still lingered there--an evil that should have remained buried in the orchard behind the Trogler home. But Ilona's presence had a way of stirring up echoes that should have faded long ago...
"Sometimes I wake up the dead..."
My name is Ted O'Dell. I grew up on a farm in Saddle Rock, Kansas and I'd like to tell you about the summer of '55...
A child of the devil...is what my mother called my cousin Ilona. She had been crippled in a mysterious accident when she came to spend the summer with us. She was immediately drawn to the Trogler house as if she was already familiar with its violent past and whispered to me:
"Do you believe in ghosts?"
She could sense the evil that still lingered there--an evil that should have remained buried in the orchard behind the Trogler home. But Ilona's presence had a way of stirring up echoes that should have faded long ago...
"Sometimes I wake up the dead..."
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