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Cemetery Things [MultiFormat]
eBook by Keith Latch
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description:  For one hundred years, The Devil's Graveyard has been a place of horror, gruesome murders, and terrible mutilations. For too long have the locals allowed this place to take their loved ones. But one murder too many causes action. The death of a teenager spurs his family and the local authorities into action. Armed with little more than myth and superstition, the time for a showdown is long overdue. Can loyalty, love and the indomitable human spirit overcome the evil that lurks and feeds among the graves? There are good things, bad things, and then there are cemetery things.
eBook Publisher: Champagne Books, Published: 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2008
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [852 KB], eReader (PDB) [172 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [161 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [145 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [256 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [200 KB], hiebook (KML) [410 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [270 KB], iSilo (PDB) [134 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [167 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [240 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [226 KB]
Words: 50224
Reading time: 143-200 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 9781897445013
 
With one pull of the trigger, Scott was dead, his head torn away savagely and completely. Blake flinched and slapped at a searing slice of pain that erupted across his cheek. Buckshot. Bits of skull, shreds of flesh, and a storm of hot blood attacked the area, blanketing everything.
"Jesus frigging wept," Blake said, but could do nothing else. He was as deeply rooted into the ground as if his legs were encased in a ton of concrete.
"In," the man said again.
Blake swallowed and felt the tightness in his throat and the bile rising high. "P--Please."
"Don't beg, boy. It won't do no good."
Blake moved back, his eyes darting between the fallen body of his best friend and the evil bastard that held the gun. He wanted to think all this was nothing but a dream, a nightmare. But he knew better. The fear screaming in his head was real, as well as the biting cold in his bones, as was Scott's headless corpse.
When Blake was inside the gates of Autumn Ridge Cemetery the man stepped forward, picked up the lock, pushed the gate closed and secured it. When the lock clanked closed, Blake didn't know to be glad or worried. Apparently the man had no intention of following him into the graveyard, but the buckshot could easily find its way through the wide space between the wrought-iron bars.
So, he did the only thing he could--he turned and ran with the speed that only a teenage athlete could ever manage. He hoped to lose himself in the darkness before the man could manage to fire the shotgun. With each footfall he made, he kept expecting to hear the thunder of the shot, to feel the pellets tear into him, to slash into his body, his invite to join Scott.
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