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eBook Category: Fantasy/Romance
eBook Description: Elizabeth Carr and her friend Kimberly Henson are psychically gifted and have worked together for years to help unfortunate souls find peace and go into the Light, a calling which has brought them much joy and adventure--and trouble and heartache. When John Carter, internationally acclaimed screen actor, meets Liz and Kim at a party and tells them of McCann's Manor, they accept the invitation to live at the Manor for a year try to help its restless spirits. They soon find themselves in the midst of a puzzle that could prove too much for even their honed paranormal skills. Nothing is what it seems. The doors Liz and Kim open may not be so easily closed, should they change their minds about the endeavor they have taken upon themselves, and a secret more sinister than they can imagine is waiting for them inside the passages of McCann's two hundred-year-old Manor ...

eBook Publisher: Mystic Moon Press, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2008

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.3 MB], eReader (PDB) [470 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [475 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [422 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [368 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [409 KB], hiebook (KML) [1.1 MB], Sony Reader (LRF) [533 KB], iSilo (PDB) [398 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [492 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [542 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [641 KB]
Words: 154158
Reading time: 440-616 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 978-0-9800146-9-3

She slipped as she scrambled around the corner, whacked her slender arm on the painted cinder block wall and struggled to regain her balance. She mustn't be caught; must keep running, but where? Where could she hide? How could she convince them she would never tell anyone what she'd seen? She'd stumbled on a secret and now they were going to kill her. I don't care about their secret, she thought. I don't want to die! Please, dear God, help me find a way out!

Her heart was in her throat as she raced down the hallway with its institution-beige walls, tore toward the room at the end--a slender, ghostly figure in a white gown, bare feet soundless on the cold, unyielding floor. If she could get inside the room, maybe she would be safe--at least have time--to think, to rest, to find the words to convince them she could do them no harm. Why did I have to be the one to learn their secret? I didn't want to know! Besides, who'd believe me anyway? It's all too hideous and far-fetched. Why can't I wake up and find it's all been a bad dream?

A few more steps and she'd be inside the room, behind a strong, locked door. Maybe they didn't know where she was; she could hide until they gave up. Maybe she could pull this off and then--then what? They'd never stop until they found her.

At the end of the hall, she threw open the door and stole a glance behind her as she pulled the door closed and fumbled for a lock. No one was in the hall, but no knob or latch met her eager, grasping fingers. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she trembled against the door and tried to think. A quick scan of the darkened room revealed a semi-cluttered storage area with one small, high window at the far end which admitted enough light for her to see rows of stacked boxes on either side of the room.

She crept farther inside, tried to slow her breathing and heart rate to normal. Think, Missy! Why is it so hard to think? She crossed to the window, peered outside and down. She was several floors up, but she had no idea how many. It would be easy to slip her thin form through the window, but there was no fire escape on this end of the building, nowhere to go from here except down--a long way down--in a hurry.

She thought about the past year, moving to the city, coming to the Complex and how kind everyone had been to her; kind, that is, until last week when she first saw that thing. Was it only last week? It seemed a lot longer somehow, or was her memory affected by--by what? What could make her forget so much?

She should have left then, should have packed her meager belongings and headed for home, but no; she had to play nosy Missy, had to learn all about the thing she had seen, had to find out about the monster's diabolical plans. Now she knew too much; Dr. Winter himself had said she must be silenced. Of all people, she had thought he was at least her friend; otherwise, she would never have confided in him. All she wanted was to forget about it, to go back home to the little house in Iowa and live in peace.

She raised the window with some difficulty, tiptoed until she could just push her head out to survey the outside of the building, hoping to find a ledge overhead--something, anything she could use to pull herself out of the window and to freedom. Nothing. She shrugged and was about to pull her head back inside, but froze instead. A chill of dread ran icy fingers down her back and told her she was no longer alone--it had found her.

"No, please--" she cried, but she knew the monster hadn't heard, wouldn't have cared if it had. Tremendous hands grabbed her from behind, shoved her head-first through the tiny window. She screamed, then laughed in hysterics for thinking screaming would help. They'll tell everyone I killed myself--they all say I'm suicidal. I am not crazy! Dad! You believed in me, didn't you? At the bottom a second of searing pain was all she felt as the pavement deflated her crumpling body, wrested her tormented hysteria from her. Silence.