Chapter 1
The Evil Unleashed
In the middle of the vast state called Texas is a small town called paradise. The name is welcomming but what Hides with in the trees in the edge of town is pure evil...
Paradise has only 900 or so residence and for years theyve had little or no crime rate. Most people Dying natural deaths or the occasional farmers accidents which rarely occurs.
The residents of paradise often leave their doors open, and neighbors will just walk in as if they were truly kin unannounced.
They go to church together and know each other by name. Not one home has ever been sold or built in the last 7 years and this is how they like it. No strangers, no dangers, just good old country folk tightly knit together in a community of friends and family.
All this would soon change and one by one they will be hunted down for their past wrong doing. A once angelic like teen was raped and killed by 7 local boys and the town covered it up and hid her body within an old abandonned septic system. They never reported her missing, they never punished the boys, and everyone in the town kept their mouths shut and never spoke her name again.
Carry Jones was a beautiful young teen of 16. She spent most of her time reading in the back of the families corn crop next to the old pecan tree. She loved reading there because it was so peaceful and a cool wind often blew beneath the limbs of this giant pecan tree..
From love stories to science fiction her mind hungered for a new read every couple of days. One day while walking thru the forest behind her house she tripped over an odd shaped stone. She knelt down to take a look at it and it looked like the top of a wing.
Using a smal stone she found off to the side she spent several hours unearthing this odd shaped stone. Soon she would uncover a small statue the size of a three year old child that resembled an evil looking gargoil. She tried to pick it up to bring home but it was very heavy. She decided to drag it and when she tipped it to pull it was so heavy it just fell over and out of her grasp.
Carry looked down to where the base of the statue sat and saw that it was not only a statue but the top to a box...She looked into the box and saw a magnificent looking book bound in what looked like brownish beige leather. It had several red spatters across its cover that kind of looked like blood. Excited about finding a new book to read which was surrounded by mystery and probably hidden for hundreds of years, Carry flipped open the cover.
What a scarry picture she thought as she looked at what looked like a ghost pulling the flesh off a person. There was no title to this book only just the most horrible looking picture she had ever seen. A cold breeze whipped up stirring the leaves upon the ground near her and she felt chill bumps surface upon her spine.
There was something in the air and it was something she had never felt before, "Fear". Fear pulsed through her veins and every breathe felt thicker and colder. She felt as if she was being watched from several directions an in hurried fashion she dropped the book down where it came from and then ran home.
The whole time she was running she could feel someone behind her. The chill which seemed to settle on the back of her neck as if somones breathe had vanished as soon as she had entered into her parents garden.
Oddly the fear or feeling of being watched stopped and the cold breathe was no longer upon her. Out of Breathe she came to a stop in the middle of the garden. She bent over with her hands upon her knees until she had caught her breathe. After several miutes she stood up and looked back towards the trees. She saw nothing except the trail of broken corn stalks she had left from her flight. "Mom is gonna whip me for this", she thought to herself.
Carry walked up to her small home which had a warm feeling to it.
Painted bright white many years ago but showing cracks and discoloration around the windows. A porch that ran all around the house, which she often recalls chasing her older siter when they were younger. She started up the stairs to the front door but then turned and sat on the old porch swing her Daddy had made.
Carry and her Dad both loved to read and they often read together on this old swing. She remembered how they use to talk about what they read and laugh about how different their opinions were on how certain characters would look like, and how they would sound like. Dad use to always think the guys had deep voices and he would try to immitate how he thought they sounded. I would always think they had softer gentler voices and did my best to get into character and spit out a couple of lines. Then we would both laugh our butts off at how silly we were..
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