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Grandma Yagaski's Barn [MultiFormat]
eBook by James A. Hartley
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: A Halloween tale, this transplants the Baba Yaga story to the wilds of Long Island.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Octoberland, ed. Jack Fisher, 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2002
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [54 KB], eReader (PDB) [25 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [11 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [10 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [62 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [81 KB], hiebook (KML) [55 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [34 KB], iSilo (PDB) [9 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [12 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [39 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [19 KB]
Words: 3600
Reading time: 10-14 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
 
The wind was up again, blowing gusts and swirling eddies across the road, making his bicycle rock unsteadily beneath him. Billie pushed on regardless of the strands of hair whipping about his eyes. He had a mission. Yagaski's Pumpkin Farm was less then a mile away now, and he knew what he had to do. He would show them that he was no chicken. The big old barn sat out there on the roadside, its jack o' lantern face picked out in triangular blocks of wood affixed to the barn's side wall, staring out at the passers by. It was the only place for miles around where they actually grew pumpkins. Vineyards scattered the length of the road, line after line of grapevines scoring light green tracks across the landscape in the warmer months, but now, October, their gnarled and twisted stumps stretching deformed wooden fingers all along the rows, death fingers in the darkness. Billie glanced from side to side, looking out for people that might spot him, trying to quell the nervous fear nestled deep in his chest. He pushed at his pedals, willing his destination closer, wanting to get this over with.
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