Böcker av Terri Reid

In this final book of the Shear Disaster Mystery Series, L.J. is confronted with both the threat of Congressman Patterson's vow to get his revenge as well as the demon's desire to destroy her at all costs. With the discovery of new documents relating to the Sons of Mississippi, including the original deed to the Crenshaw Mansion, L.J., Van, Kyle, and Bud try to figure out who is really behind the secret society and how to release all those souls still trapped by their evil rituals. And, in the midst of all this trouble, Bea is tricked into holding the infamous Harvest Ball at the plantation on Samhein, the very night that borders the light and the dark, and when the veil between this life and the next is thinned.

What happens when Van's ex shows up on the scene to help "solve" the mystery? Is she really there to help, or is she just trying to help herself? Both Bea and Ida feel that Agent Brooke Fielding - bless her heart - is a cold-hearted, back-stabbing, barracuda. And that's the nicest thing they've said about her.Meanwhile, L.J. is not only trying to figure out how she's supposed to be the key to solving the mystery but also who can she really trust. Especially as new secrets are revealed and old secrets are exposed.

Mary O'Reilly Alden froze and stared into the living room. She could swear that something moved in there. She walked around the counter, towards the living room, and heard a soft giggle. It sounded like a child's voice, but there was something about it that sent chills down her spine. "Who's there?" she asked, walking to the entrance of the room.The giggle repeated, this time clearer. "I don't find this funny at all," she replied firmly, trying not to show her fear. "Now, if you want my help, you will show yourself."She looked around and saw the branches of the Christmas tree shake. She started to step forward, but a sudden grip of instinctual fear held her back. The giggle repeated, and then the voice called out, "Mary. Mary. I've found you."Mary gripped the edge of the couch, her knees weakening beneath her. It was the voice from the asylum, and it was in her home. The spirit from the asylum has followed Mary O'Reilly home for the holidays. But there are no chestnuts roasting on the open fires he's creating. With Rosie and Stanley in danger, will Mary and company be able to assure themselves of a Merry Christmas, or will things go terribly, terribly wrong?

Over one hundred years ago, a group of witches, escaping a second wave of Witch Trials made their way from New England to Whitewater, Wisconsin, known as Second Salem. Others, seeking knowledge in spiritualism and the occult, also made their way to the city and, through their ignorance, unleashed an evil entity poised to destroy the city. Three sisters, the Willoughby Witches, created an incantation strong enough to ensnare the demon. But, magic requires payment, and so the sisters sacrificed themselves to keep their city and their family safe. Now, 120 years later, the incantation is at its end, and the demon grows stronger every day. Three sisters, three witches, know that now is the time for them to step up and face the creature their ancestors faced and sacrifice whatever they need in order to keep Whitewater safe. Catalpa Willoughby always thought that Donovan Farrington was her one true love, but Donovan's decision to join the league of the demon known as the Master has Cat both frightened and confused. In order to fight the demon, she and her sisters were charged with finding a soulmate who can help them on this journey. Will that soulmate be Donovan, or could it be the mysterious stranger in town, Finias Bailey, who seems to know more about the Willoughbys than he should.

A cosmetologist - L.J. Carter (Louella Jo for the folks who knew her when she was growing up) returns to her hometown of Julep, Mississippi for her mother's funeral. After flying out of JFK and arriving at the Biloxi Airport, she is greeted by a woman who not only knew her mother but has some disturbing information to share with L.J. about her mother's death. A card file - Like any good stylist, Jeannette Carter kept all of the important information about her customers on index cards, filed in an old, metal card file. But Jeannette didn't just keep the latest hairstyles and coloring information, she also kept bits of gossip and information her customers told her. It was innocent enough - she just wanted to be sure she remembered what they told her when they were together. But after a customer is murdered, the innocent card file could be the motive for another death. Bless Your Heart - welcome to Julep, Mississippi, right on the Gulf Coast. Where neighbors have known each other for generations. Where the local hair salon has more information about what's going on in town than either the local paper or the local sheriff's department. The owner of the bakery knows you by name. The minister of the biggest church in town has more clout than the mayor. And people say "Bless Your Heart" for all kinds of reasons, the least of which is when they're ready to insult you.

Even though her father's murderer had been found and killed, Bruce Blackwood's spirit would still not rest. Now his focus was on his daughter, Brooke, and the danger she would be in if she ever recovered the childhood memory of his death. Who can she trust when it seems the very people who should watch over her, her parents, were part of the plot?Art O'Reilly not only has to protect Brooke from those who want to do her harm, but also from the growing feelings he has for her. She's an innocent and, right now, considers him her Knight in Shining Armor. Can he make her understand that he doesn't want to be her hero? He just wants her to see him as he is; a man in love.

The lights are out, the Jack O'Lantern is lit and the O'Reilly clan is enjoying their family tradition of sharing ghost stories on Halloween night. This family-friendly collection of eighteen ghost stories, told by the O'Reillys, are sure to send a chill up your spine or a smile upon your face. Their only advice-make sure you leave at least one light on! Happy Halloween!

The last few students climbed through windows, black smoke billowing out of them. The teacher turned to his student. "I'll let you down first.""But Coach, whose going to help you?""Hey, you're my best fielder, I expect to jump right into your arms," he said. "Just promise not to whip me over to Smith for a double play."The young man, his face streaked with soot, grinned at his coach. "Yeah, Coach, I promise."He took the young man's hands in a tight grip and slowly lowered him out the window. When he had extended his reach as far as he could, he let him go.The student fell into the evergreen boughs, the prickly needles scraped his arms, but the branches kept him from hitting the ground. He rolled off the bushes and jumped up as fast as he could. He turned his eager face up to the window. "Okay, Coach," he called.The explosion violently blew the windows out of the building. Screaming students darted across the lawn, barely escaping the shards of glass raining down on them. All of the students except Stevo, who still stood below the gaping hole in the wall, oblivious to the blood running down his face and arms. "Coach, Coach," he screamed. "I'm here, Coach. Coach, I'm here."Mary O'Reilly investigates the death of a beloved high school coach while she tries to overcome the repercussion of solving Jeannine's murder.

Jeannine appeared in the room across from Mary. Her face was streaked with tears and she was visibly trembling. "Mary, I remembered," she cried. "I remembered and it was awful."The time has finally come for Mary to investigate Jeannine's murder. As all clues point to someone in Bradley's old neighborhood, Mary and Ian move in to the former Alden residence and pose as newlyweds to set Mary up as bait for the killer. With Stanley and Rosie at their side, they expose the darkness hidden in the depths of Bradley's old neighborhood.

Black Friday - the official opening of the Holiday Shopping Season - and Patrice Marcum is stuck in the middle of her local superstore with a crying infant, a near hysterical desire to just abandon the diapers and milk she desperately needs, and the snowstorm of the century dumping a half-foot of snow on the parking lot outside. She needs a miracle.The little old lady seemed sweet, but there was no way Patrice was going to leave three-month old Jeremy with a stranger. She looked outside at the snow-covered parking lot and saw yet another distressed shopper's cart topple over in the drifts. The old lady sensed her distress and volunteered to call a store employee to help watch over Jeremy while Patrice got her car. The older gentleman, wearing a store badge with the name "Ron," seemed too good to be true. What could be safer?Less than five minutes later, after brushing the snow off the van and driving across the crowded and snow-packed parking lot, Patrice pulls up in front of the store. Jeremy is not there. Pushing back panic, she rushes into the store and looks around. Jeremy is not inside either. She pushes through the line at Customer Service, the associate calls Ron on the intercom, and issues a Code Adam. When Ron appears and he's only seventeen years old, Patrice realizes the worst. "Oh God! They've taken my baby!"Mary O'Reilly, Private Investigator, is decorating her office for the holiday season when the newly installed bell over her door jingles. She looks over to see a six year-old boy standing next to her desk. His name is Joey Marcum and he wants to hire Mary to find his baby brotherMary nodded. "Okay, Joey, but I'll want to work with the police on this one. Do you have any problems with that?"Joey paused. "No, I guess you can talk to them.""That'll be helpful.""But you can't tell my mom you're working for me," he said, "Promise?""Yes, I promise."Joey shrugged. "I don't think she'd understand, seeing that I'm dead, you know."

Mary and Bradley are eager to move into their new home, but the ghostly sounds coming from the parlor and from the master bedroom have them both regretting the purchase of the Finders Mansion. And when District Attorney Alex Boettcher discovers a link to a series of deaths and the money they've been distributing from Maybelle's cache, the entire group finds themselves pulled into a mystery with deadly outcomes.

"But Sol, it ain't haunted like you thought," Marty argued cautiously. It wasn't a good idea to get Sol too angry. "We've tried everything, séances, Ouija boards, mediums-everything. This place is just an old, empty house. A creepy, old house."Sol shook his head, disregarding Marty's words, and started up the tall staircase to the second floor. "It just has to seem like a haunted house," he said. "We'll keep the crowds coming if it seems like a haunted house. People pay good money to spend the night in a haunted mansion." Marty followed him, shaking his head. "After that last paranormal research group came through and found nothing, we ain't been getting the crowds like we used to," he pointed out. "People look on the internet for everything. All they have to do is research the house and they'll see we've been investigated by three different groups. They ain't gonna pay top dollar to stay in the state's most haunted house if it ain't got no ghosts."Sol stopped at the top of the stairs and waited for Marty. "Then all we need is a ghost," he said.Marty shook his head and put his hand on his partner's shoulder. "Sol, we've been at this for three years," he replied. "The balloon payment is coming up in three months. We ain't got the capital. We gotta let go of this place before we lose everything."Shoving Marty's arm off his shoulder, Sol paced angrily down the hallway. "Don't you get it, Marty?" he growled, his teeth clenched. "I'm going to lose everything if this place doesn't pan out. I sunk everything I owned into this place. I don't have any reserves. I don't have anything to turn to. This place has to work out."Marty leaned one hand on the balustrade at the top of the staircase and sadly shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sol. I'd do anything to help you," he said sadly. "But this place just ain't got a ghost."Sol sighed deeply and turned back to his friend, nodding his head slowly. "Thank you, Marty," he replied.A icy tremor of fear swept through Marty's body as he saw the cold, calculating look in Sol's eyes. He lifted his hands defensively. "No, Sol, no," he cried even as he felt the power of Sol's body knock him backwards and down the stairs.A few moments later, Sol stood at the top of the staircase, looking down at the broken, lifeless body of his business partner sprawled unnaturally on the black and white, ceramic tiled, lobby floor. He leaned against the same balustrade that only moments before had been held by Marty and nodded. "And now we have a ghost." Mary, Ian and Mike investigate a supposedly haunted house and discover there are more than just ghosts hidden behind its doors.

A distinct chill went up Professor Elaine Wright's spine. She slowly turned around and her heart dropped when she saw the ghost of a young girl standing near the road. Like the other ghosts Elaine had encountered, the girl was translucent. Elaine could make out her features, but if she looked closely she could see through her to the woods beyond. The girl had shoulder length, brown hair, and Elaine could see where a dimple was hidden in her cheek. Elaine's heart sank; it was the ghost of Marsha Swanson, the first victim and the girl who had been in her dream.Marsha shook her head, and tears began to roll down her cheek. "I'm cold, so cold," she said. "Can you help me get warm?"She lifted pleading, tear-filled eyes to Elaine. She began to fade from view, but before she was totally gone, she turned back to Elaine. "Please help me," she cried desperately, tears filling her eyes. "I'm so cold."Elaine Wright has been called in to help solve a case of disappearing coeds from the college in Baraboo, Wisconsin. But Detective Ryan Wagner wanted more than Elaine's expertise in criminology when he called on her to help solve the crime, he wanted the benefit of her psychic gift. And he wanted another chance to get to know the professor in a more personal way.

Over one hundred years ago, a group of witches, escaping a second wave of Witch Trials made their way from New England to Whitewater, Wisconsin, known as Second Salem. Others, seeking knowledge in spiritualism and the occult, also made their way to the city and, through their ignorance, unleashed an evil entity poised to destroy the city. Three sisters, the Willoughby Witches, created an incantation strong enough to ensnare the demon. But magic requires payment, and so the sisters sacrificed themselves to keep their city and their family safe. Now, 120 years later, the incantation is at its end, and the demon grows stronger every day. Three sisters, three witches, know that now is the time for them to step up and face the creature their ancestors faced and sacrifice whatever they need in order to keep Whitewater safe. Now that Agnes Willoughby has been reunited with her one true love, will she have to sacrifice that love and even her life in order to save her daughters? Will the shadows from the past, dim the promise of the future? As they face the demon of Samhain, what additional sacrifices will be required of the Willoughbys?

Over one hundred years ago, a group of witches, escaping a second wave of Witch Trials made their way from New England to Whitewater, Wisconsin, known as Second Salem. Others, seeking knowledge in spiritualism and the occult, also made their way to the city and, through their ignorance, unleashed an evil entity poised to destroy the city. Three sisters, the Willoughby Witches, created an incantation strong enough to ensnare the demon. But, magic requires payment and so the sisters sacrificed themselves to keep their city and their family safe. Now, 120 years later, the incantation is at its end and the demon grows stronger every day. Three sisters, three witches, know that now is the time for them to step up and face the creature their ancestors faced and sacrifice whatever they need in order to keep Whitewater safe. Joseph Norwalk is Whitewater's new Police Chief, taking over after the former one was incarcerated. When he meets Hazel Willoughby, he realizes that there's something unique about the gorgeous brunette. Heatedly arguing with him that she doesn't deserve a ticket because she would never park in front of a fire hydrant, and it's obvious that someone else moved her pickup trick for spite, Joseph is intrigued. Not only does she have spunk and spirit, but she also seems to have a secret. Which is another thing they seem to have in common.

Stacy Gage is really hoping that "happily ever after" does exist, but right now, she's doubting it. Newly graduated, she arrived back in her home town to discover that if it wasn't for bad, she wouldn't have any luck at all. Her grandmother is in the beginning stages of Alzheimer's and the financial nest egg her grandfather spent years building has disappeared. When he isn't kissing her senselessly, the man of her dreams seems to be very much involved with someone else. The only job she can get involves large hairy animals. And, when it comes to fairy godmothers, she's definitely scraping the bottom of the barrel.

Mary closed her eyes in pleasure as the caffeinated beverage slipped down her throat. She'd been trying to cut back, but today she really felt like she needed one."Excuse me, but that stuff will kill you."The man's voice came from right beside her. Mary jumped, looked over to where the voice was coming from and jumped again. "Oh! My! Goodness! You're naked," Mary said, sliding a stool over to get away from the ghost sitting next to her.The ghost looked casually down at his fleshy and very naked body and nodded, "So it would seem I am," he said. Mary reached across the bar, grabbed a folded linen napkin and slid it towards him. "Well, at least cover yourself," she said. "This is a public place.""No one has ever noticed me before," he said. "I've sat here at this bar in my altogether for about ten years.""Ten years? What happened ten years ago?""I was murdered in my hotel room," he said with a shrug. "Don't know how they got to me, but it must have been them.""Who is them?" Mary asked.A famous mystery writer drowns in a hotel bathtub... an accident or foul play? His ghost thinks it was murder. His mystery writer colleagues want to help Mary solve the case. Gary Copper is still on the loose and gunning for both Bradley and Mary. And, in between all of the murder and mayhem, Mary and Bradley are trying desperately to finally walk up the aisle. Will they ever become husband and wife?

Stanley peered up into the shadows above the stage. There was a colorful blaze of fabric amidst the burgundy curtains and canvas backdrops. He moved closer, trying to get a better view from a different angle."Hey, what's this play about anyway?" Stanley asked. "Is it a Western?""No, it's a drama," Rosie replied."How come you need a dummy hanging from a rope?"She looked over quickly. "No one gets hanged in the play.""Sure looks like it. Up there."Rosie looked up to where he directed and saw the caftan and silk pants ruffling in the slight breeze of the theater twenty feet over the stage. "Oh, sweet heavens! Stanley," she screamed. "That's Faye!"Faye McMullen was murdered in cold blood at Winneshiek Theater and Mary O'Reilly and Police Chief Bradley Alden have to discover who done it before the murderer gets the chance to get rid of the prime witness... Mary O'Reilly.

Mandy, a novice nurse at Freeport hospital, took the elevator down to get supplies for her area. It only took a moment to go from four down to three. The elevator doors opened to a dimly lit floor. She walked out and glanced to her right. The empty nurses station was just down the hall before the double doors that she assumed led to the now empty rooms. There were a few boxes on the counter that surrounded the station, but other than those, the station was empty. She turned to the left and saw the closed door with the word "Supplies" stenciled on it. Hurrying over to the doors, she pulled out the key and inserted it into the lock. A light switch was conveniently located right inside the door and Mandy switched it on. Bright light flooded the interior of the supply room. Metal shelves lined up in narrow aisles throughout the room. She easily located the sheets and also found a plastic tub she could use to carry them upstairs. She piled the sheets into the tub, carried them out of the room, then turned off the light and then locked the door.Hefting the tub back into her arms, she turned around and was surprised to see a little girl standing next to the empty nurses station. Mandy guessed the little girl was about eight years old. She had a hospital gown on and her hair was styled in two braids that hung on either side of her head. She must have wandered away from the Pediatric Ward on the second floor. "Hey sweetheart," she said. "I'm Mandy. Are you lost?"The girl stared at the nurse for a long moment, but didn't answer."Come on, I can bring you back to your room," Mandy coaxed, not wanting to frighten the child. The child didn't respond. Mandy put the tub down, looked back up and the child was gone. Shaking her head in surprise, Mandy slowly stepped forward, her heart thumping in her chest. The little girl must have dashed behind the counter, that had to be where she was. "Little girl," she called. "Where are you?"She peeked behind the nurses station expecting to find the child hiding, but no one was there. All of the cabinets and desks that used to be behind the counter were gone, so just the shell of the counter stood around her. There was nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go.A chill ran up Mandy's spine.She backed away from the station, her mouth dry and her heart pounding. She grabbed the tub of sheets and dashed to the elevator, beating on the button in desperation. Not daring to look over her shoulder at the wing behind her. Finally, the elevator doors opened, and she nearly tripped getting in, she was so eager to leave the floor. She pressed the fourth-floor button and gasped with relief when the doors opened into the bright floor.Mary and Bradley help solve the mystery that is keeping the ghosts of thirteen children stranded in an unused section of the hospital. And, with Mikey arrival imminent, they prepare for other changes in the Alden household.

The bedroom door flew open with a powerful crash. "What the...?" Mary exclaimed. Mike nodded. "Yeah, well see, that's the problem," he said with a sigh. "You brought someone home with you tonight.""What?" "And it looks like she's not real happy about your relationship with Bradley," he said."I have a jealous ghost in my house?" Mary asked, astonished.Mike shook his head apologetically. "No, sweetheart," he said. "You have a jealous poltergeist in your home."As if on cue, the drawers in Mary's dresser opened, and her clothing started flying across the room. Mary turned back to Mike. "Really?" she asked. "Like I need this now?"She walked into the center of her bedroom and immediately was hit in the face by a pair of her own underwear. And this time she was sure of it. She heard a giggle, and then suddenly the entire room was filling with swirling clothing.Bradley came running into the room and the ruckus ended. "What happened?" he asked."I think I just met one of your former girlfriends," Mary said, pulling a pair of underwear from out of her neckline. "And I don't think she was very happy to meet me."

Clarissa yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Will I ever meet an angel, Daddy?" she asked, as she snuggled into her pillow.He leaned over and kissed her on her forehead. "I'm sure you will, sweetheart," he said. "You just have to watch for them."She nodded sleepily. "Night Daddy, I love you.""I love you too," he whispered, to the already sleeping child.A fierce feeling of protectiveness struck him as he watched her sleep from the doorway. There is no way anyone is going to take her from us, he vowed silently. Not while I'm alive. The trial for Gary Copper has begun, but was there another murder in his past? One that would change the future for Bradley's daughter? And as Rosie and Stanley prepare for their wedding, they both have some ghosts in their own closets they will have to deal with.

The man smiled at Timmy. "That would be nice of you. Why don't you lead the way?"Timmy moved past the man and started back up the hill. He heard the whoosh of something moving quickly through the air, but it hit him before he had time to react. He felt the impact against his head and his whole body flew sideways through the air. Landing in the dense ground cover, his face was momentarily buried in loose dirt, pine needles, dried leaves and twigs. Lifting his head, he took a deep breath and started to scramble away on his hands and knees. A strong hand caught him by the neck and pushed him back into the dirt."Sorry, Timmy, I can't let you go now," the man whispered. "You'd tell."Timmy Beck, Fireman Mike Richards' boyhood friend, was killed twenty years ago, but everyone in the town is sure they caught the right man...or did they? Why is Timmy's ghost still haunting Lake Le-Aqua-Na? Mary, Bradley, Ian and Mike investigate and find the true murderer may be much closer than they had ever expected.

Gloria Foley turned off the light in the hallway and made her way slowly upstairs to bed. She paused at the doorway of her daughter's bedroom and shook her head. It had been such an emotional day for all of them. She prayed she would have the strength to get them both through these treacherous teenaged years.Slowly turning the knob on the bedroom door, she quietly opened it to check on her sleeping child. Through the narrow opening, she could see the bed was still made and no one was sleeping on it. She opened the door wider and saw the shadow on the far wall and her heart clenched. Screaming, she flung the door open and ran to the figure hanging from the thick electric cord suspended from the ceiling fan. "No," she screamed, as she tried to lift the inert body up to relieve the pressure against her neck. "Nooooooo!"The ghost of a teenager who committed suicide twenty years ago is haunting her family's home. Can Mary link that death to the serial suicides of the girls who bullied her when she was alive? And with Gary Copper still on the loose, Mary and Bradley are faced with the challenge of keeping the newest member of their family safe and sound.

Brooke Callahan's life might not have been perfect, but it was pretty much what she had expected. She was successful, she was admired and she had a reputation for being a tough defense lawyer, even for her pro-bono cases. Her father was the well-respected and often feared, Judge Callahan. Her mother, Amy Callahan, was a successful hostess in the politically influential circles of Cook County, Illinois. Detective Arthur O'Reilly could care less about politics, except when they got in his way. He was interested in getting the bad guys off the streets. He was a good cop, a clean cop and his family had a reputation too. The O'Reilly's were by-the-book and loyal to a fault. They were the ones you wanted on your side in a fight. Brooke's client had been Art's arrest, a drug dealer and kid killer. Art wanted him to go away for a long time. But Brooke wanted to win and besides, the clerical error that voided her client's confession wasn't her fault, it was shoddy police work. When Art confronted Brooke after court he didn't mean to turn her world upside down, he just wanted to understand. How could the daughter of a murdered cop, Detective Bruce Blackwood, let her client get away with murder? What Art didn't know was that Brooke Callahan didn't realize she was really Brooke Blackwood and that her father had left her a legacy of mystery in The Blackwood Files.

Bradley crept forward between the tall narrow aisles created by the shelves. Just before he reached the corner he heard a thump, the sound of a body hitting the floor. He rushed forward into the corner of the room.The desk was empty. The chair was pushed up against it, neatly awaiting its usual occupant. No one was in the corner. No one was there to make the sound. No one...alive.A cold chill ran down his back. He really wanted to leave the room. Instead, he moved closer.He walked to the window and looked outside. Snow fell softly on the rooftops in the city of Freeport. It was Christmas Eve, a night of peace and miracles."Go home."He jumped around. The voice was just behind him. Even before he turned, he knew no one would be there.He rubbed the back of his neck, still cold from the breath that carried those words.The curse had killed another Law Enforcement Officer in Stephenson County, this time it struck on Christmas Eve. Nearly a dozen good men had died in the past four years and they all had the same unexplained symptoms. And Mary knew Bradley was next.

Another Halloween evening has come and gone, and the O'Reilly Clan and friends are ready to gather around the Jack O'Lantern and share tales of actual ghost stories that have happened to them. From mysterious inns to deserted roads, Tales Around the Jack O'Lantern - Book 7, 8, and 9 will leave you on the edge of your seat and looking over your shoulder. So, turn down the lights, grab a few treats, and enjoy the "tricks" the O'Reillys have in store for you. Happy Halloween.

The death of a beloved fourth-grade teacher has haunted Andrew Tyler his entire life. Was it really an accidental death or was she murdered? And if it was only an accident, why did her ghost haunt the hallways of the old, abandoned school in Polo, Illinois? Andrew calls on Mary O'Reilly to solve the mystery and catch a killer who is still on the loose in the small town.

Was it raining outside? Dale Johnson wondered as he woke up. It was dark and he could hear the sound of rain hitting the roof. Suddenly, he was pelted with something small and hard. He opened his eyes and sat up, nearly fainting in the process. His head was pounding. What the hell happened?He was pelted again and realized he was being hit with small pieces of corn. His stomach twisted and his heart pounded. He wasn't in his house; he was in the grain silo! Struggling to his feet, he lurched to the wall and found the hatch. He found the latch and pushed, but it was stuck fast. Pounding on it, bloodying his hands, he tried again and again to unlatch the door. The grain was now being emptied into the silo in a rapid rate. Dust from the corn was filling the interior and Dale coughed as he continued to fight with the door. "Help me," he yelled, "I'm caught in here!"The roar of the auger and the dump truck drowned out his voice, but he kept calling out and pounding on the metal door. "I'm in here," he screamed, as the grain filled the bottom of the silo, first covering his feet, then his knees, his hips and finally, it was waist high.He thought about his family, especially his wife, who would be waiting supper for him. He thought about his grandkids, who he'd never see grow up. He thought about his kids and prayed they wouldn't blame themselves for the accident. Finally, as the grain moved up past his chin, he took a final deep breath and thought about dying. A farm accident or murder? Could the murderer be one of his own children? And how will the ghost's legacy change Mary's future?

Detective Sean O'Reilly is called in to interrogate a young boy who is the only witness to a massacre during a gang war. The child's story is too far-fetched for most of the Chicago Police Force to believe - claims of an army of other-worldly creatures who attacked and dismembered the rival gangs. But Sean O'Reilly believes him, because he's seen them himself. An encounter he had as a boy in a dark forest in Ireland did not just given him nightmares, but changed his entire life.

Over one hundred years ago, a group of witches, escaping a second wave of Witch Trials made their way from New England to Whitewater, Wisconsin, known as Second Salem. Others, seeking knowledge in spiritualism and the occult, also made their way to the city and, through their ignorance, unleashed an evil entity poised to destroy the city. Three sisters, the Willoughby Witches, created an incantation strong enough to ensnare the demon. But, magic requires payment and so the sisters sacrificed themselves to keep their city and their family safe. Now, 120 years later, the incantation is at its end and the demon grows stronger every day. Three sisters, three witches, know that now is the time for them to step up and face the creature their ancestors faced and sacrifice whatever they need in order to keep Whitewater safe. Lord Henry McDermott, college professor, anthropologist, and archeologist has yearned to learn more about the legend of the Willoughby Witches. Taking the summer off to research the folklore, Henry discovers that there is more waiting for him in Whitewater than just a story. More than just the beautiful woman who finds him after his accident. And more than data and details. There is, in fact, magic.