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Devlin And Johnny Forever — Peter Brandvold
SEXY SOUTHERN-GOTHIC HORROR!
An all-new, ebook-exclusive backwoods horror story from Mean Pete Press!
Devlin had retreated to her family's cabin in the Georgia woods to be alone with her thoughts. She'd had a tough time of it, breaking up with Johnny Bascomb after enduring his verbal and physical abuse, after losing their baby.
But when Devlin hears screams of bloody murder originating from the woods across the pond, she heads out to investigate and finds herself being hunted by the ghost of a Confederate soldier, freshly home from the Civil War...
The girl's mouth moved for a time before she managed to get the words out: “He's...torturin'...'em.” She had a heavy backwoods accent.
Devlin drew a sharp breath, steeled herself against the fear racing through her.
“Who...?”
“My family. He's torturin' ‘em. He's home from the war...and he found out about....” Tears oozed out of the girl's pain-racked eyes to stream through the blood on her cheeks. Her hands made wet squishing sounds, and Devlin realized she was trying to hold her insides in.
She'd been shot or stabbed.
A man's muffled shout rose like thunder from inside the cabin.
“Oh, god!” the girl cried, her face twisting with anguish and horror as she threw her head back and raged at the sky. “It's Johnny! He's home from the war an' he's killin' us all!”
An all-new, ebook-exclusive backwoods horror story from Mean Pete Press!
Devlin had retreated to her family's cabin in the Georgia woods to be alone with her thoughts. She'd had a tough time of it, breaking up with Johnny Bascomb after enduring his verbal and physical abuse, after losing their baby.
But when Devlin hears screams of bloody murder originating from the woods across the pond, she heads out to investigate and finds herself being hunted by the ghost of a Confederate soldier, freshly home from the Civil War...
The girl's mouth moved for a time before she managed to get the words out: “He's...torturin'...'em.” She had a heavy backwoods accent.
Devlin drew a sharp breath, steeled herself against the fear racing through her.
“Who...?”
“My family. He's torturin' ‘em. He's home from the war...and he found out about....” Tears oozed out of the girl's pain-racked eyes to stream through the blood on her cheeks. Her hands made wet squishing sounds, and Devlin realized she was trying to hold her insides in.
She'd been shot or stabbed.
A man's muffled shout rose like thunder from inside the cabin.
“Oh, god!” the girl cried, her face twisting with anguish and horror as she threw her head back and raged at the sky. “It's Johnny! He's home from the war an' he's killin' us all!”
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