book Connects
“When the past haunts your dreams, the truth won’t stay buried.”Until this spring, I had never slipped through time and space in a telepathic dream, never glimpsed the face of a woman I’m certain I’ve never met in this life. But I know she’s dead. And somehow, I’ve been transported to 1983.
My name is Abigail Morrison. When I share my story, people gasp. Most want to know how I survived. The truth is, my house—the one nestled in the quiet woods—began to terrify me. Spirits stirred in every corner, and though I wanted to flee, I was convinced the house wouldn’t let me. A stranger in the library once blurted, “Someone is trying to get your attention.” She was right. Her eerie knowledge of my home unsettled me more than the spirit that tried to attack me. I began to wonder: does the town know I’m onto something? The idea that ten spirits might be trapped in my home knocked the breath out of me. Last night, something entered me—I felt it—but I never felt it leave. I can’t stop thinking about the gun… or the absence of one. At 7:00 p.m., the digital clock above the bar confirmed it was time for me—and the spirit impersonating me—to leave the smoke-filled tavern. |
Connects is ‘Dead-i-catted’ to:
To ‘All spirits’ who need to validation. To “The Big Guns Sheriff” To the librarian who inspired Katrina Rose. To numerology, especially the number 21. To predestination. To living forever-energy! To the spirits from the 1980’s. To the spirits from the American Revolutionary War. To Abigail Morrison for sharing her possession story. To being a Host, it can happen to the sane, intuitive, even you. TABLE OF CONTENTS
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