Blood Lines The Curse
When Emma returned to her family home she was walking into something she never expected. Her mother had taken her and left twenty years earlier when she was twelve and she hadn’t understood why. Now she is racing against time to find all the pieces of the puzzle to try and end a one hundred thirty year old curse and a malevolent force that wants her dead. The answers to stopping it may lie in a grave of the girl it all started with.
The problem is, no one knows where this girl is buried and Emma is up against the clock. Two women with over a hundred years separating them are brought together to find a secret buried in a grave before Emma ends in one of her own. Even if she finds the answers she may not like what they reveal about her family and herself.
What happens when you realize it might be better for the family bloodline to end with you.
An excerpt from Blood Lines The Curse
The sun was starting to go down and the wind had picked up a little. You could see clouds coming out of the west and it looked as if it might rain a little later. Great she thought. It sounded like a scene from some old grade b horror flick. Someone dies, the poor unsuspecting heiress goes to spend the night in the house for the first time afterward and a nasty damn storm blows up. The next thing you know the spooks are climbing out of every nook and cranny in the place. The stupid heiress ends up getting her head hacked off by some crazy, non-dying, chauvinistic ass hole wearing a mask with a thing against women inheriting the family fortune.
Emma heard Charlotte calling her name, “Are you OK? You looked a million miles away and I had to call you three times.”
“Yes, I was just looking at the sky thinking it might rain tonight.”
“I caught the weather report earlier and yes we are supposed to get a nice little blow in here tonight.” Steve told her.
“Figures.”
“What did you say, Sweetheart?”
“Oh, nothing Aunt Charlotte.”
Steve and Charlotte were sitting closer to the grill and talking between themselves so Emma turned her attention to the surrounding area. The irises continued all around the house and took up a good portion of the yard area and that was a lot because it was a damn big yard. The grounds around the house took up over five acres. If you counted the land around the barn and out building it was almost twice that much and there were irises and daylilies covering a very large portion of that as well. They weren’t willy-nilly either. They had all been laid out in neat little rows and in nice little patches and all had been well tended. Right now it was the irises in bloom but come June you would be met with all the daylilies. Scattered about the place were also roses and other flowers that bloomed at different times. During the entire growing seasons you would find something in bloom and color would meet your eyes everywhere you turned. Right now the irises swayed in the wind and the effect was almost hypnotic.
Emma thought back and could remember playing in this very yard. She had had a tree house in a big oak tree on the north side of the house. Emma got up to go check.
“Where are you going?” Steve asked
“I was going to check and see …?”
“It’s still there Emma. Your grandmother had it kept in good repair.” Charlotte knew what her niece was talking about.
Emma headed around to the side of the house to see the old tree house she had spent so much of her time in as a child. There it was. The tree stood about thirty feet from the house. The area around the tree had been beautifully landscaped. Where it had been mostly cedar chips around the base when she was little now there were flowers almost all the way around. There was an almost fairy tale quality to the tree house now. It had been painted a green color that made it blend into the foliage around it and the windows painted with a brown to match the bark on the tree trunk. Her dad had built it well but her grandmother had added the touches that a little girl would love. There now were flower boxes built into the rail around the balcony or porch or whatever you called the open space on a tree house? It looked like a little girls playhouse picked up and set in a tree.
Emma wasn’t sure how she felt about the changes. When her father had built it he had done it with love and care. He had insisted that if she was going to sleep in it then the door and little windows were going to have screens to protect her from pesky little critters. He had built it to last too but it had remained in a natural wood state and little frills were not his strong point. Now it looked like a little girl’s tree house. It also broke her heart to realize how much her grandmother had missed her and hoped that she would return.
She climbed up and sat on the porch with her legs hanging over the edge and she just couldn’t hold it back any longer. She cried. She cried as if the whole world had collapsed and fallen on her shoulders. Not the shoulders of a grown woman either but those of that little twelve year old girl who had left here all those long years ago. She cried for the little girl who had been ripped from the home where she had been born and lived for all of her childhood years. She cried for the much loved grandmother that she never saw again and she cried for the father that had so cruelly been taken from her at such a young age. She cried for the mother whom she had loved so dearly and would never be held in her arms again. She cried.
The problem is, no one knows where this girl is buried and Emma is up against the clock. Two women with over a hundred years separating them are brought together to find a secret buried in a grave before Emma ends in one of her own. Even if she finds the answers she may not like what they reveal about her family and herself.
What happens when you realize it might be better for the family bloodline to end with you.
An excerpt from Blood Lines The Curse
The sun was starting to go down and the wind had picked up a little. You could see clouds coming out of the west and it looked as if it might rain a little later. Great she thought. It sounded like a scene from some old grade b horror flick. Someone dies, the poor unsuspecting heiress goes to spend the night in the house for the first time afterward and a nasty damn storm blows up. The next thing you know the spooks are climbing out of every nook and cranny in the place. The stupid heiress ends up getting her head hacked off by some crazy, non-dying, chauvinistic ass hole wearing a mask with a thing against women inheriting the family fortune.
Emma heard Charlotte calling her name, “Are you OK? You looked a million miles away and I had to call you three times.”
“Yes, I was just looking at the sky thinking it might rain tonight.”
“I caught the weather report earlier and yes we are supposed to get a nice little blow in here tonight.” Steve told her.
“Figures.”
“What did you say, Sweetheart?”
“Oh, nothing Aunt Charlotte.”
Steve and Charlotte were sitting closer to the grill and talking between themselves so Emma turned her attention to the surrounding area. The irises continued all around the house and took up a good portion of the yard area and that was a lot because it was a damn big yard. The grounds around the house took up over five acres. If you counted the land around the barn and out building it was almost twice that much and there were irises and daylilies covering a very large portion of that as well. They weren’t willy-nilly either. They had all been laid out in neat little rows and in nice little patches and all had been well tended. Right now it was the irises in bloom but come June you would be met with all the daylilies. Scattered about the place were also roses and other flowers that bloomed at different times. During the entire growing seasons you would find something in bloom and color would meet your eyes everywhere you turned. Right now the irises swayed in the wind and the effect was almost hypnotic.
Emma thought back and could remember playing in this very yard. She had had a tree house in a big oak tree on the north side of the house. Emma got up to go check.
“Where are you going?” Steve asked
“I was going to check and see …?”
“It’s still there Emma. Your grandmother had it kept in good repair.” Charlotte knew what her niece was talking about.
Emma headed around to the side of the house to see the old tree house she had spent so much of her time in as a child. There it was. The tree stood about thirty feet from the house. The area around the tree had been beautifully landscaped. Where it had been mostly cedar chips around the base when she was little now there were flowers almost all the way around. There was an almost fairy tale quality to the tree house now. It had been painted a green color that made it blend into the foliage around it and the windows painted with a brown to match the bark on the tree trunk. Her dad had built it well but her grandmother had added the touches that a little girl would love. There now were flower boxes built into the rail around the balcony or porch or whatever you called the open space on a tree house? It looked like a little girls playhouse picked up and set in a tree.
Emma wasn’t sure how she felt about the changes. When her father had built it he had done it with love and care. He had insisted that if she was going to sleep in it then the door and little windows were going to have screens to protect her from pesky little critters. He had built it to last too but it had remained in a natural wood state and little frills were not his strong point. Now it looked like a little girl’s tree house. It also broke her heart to realize how much her grandmother had missed her and hoped that she would return.
She climbed up and sat on the porch with her legs hanging over the edge and she just couldn’t hold it back any longer. She cried. She cried as if the whole world had collapsed and fallen on her shoulders. Not the shoulders of a grown woman either but those of that little twelve year old girl who had left here all those long years ago. She cried for the little girl who had been ripped from the home where she had been born and lived for all of her childhood years. She cried for the much loved grandmother that she never saw again and she cried for the father that had so cruelly been taken from her at such a young age. She cried for the mother whom she had loved so dearly and would never be held in her arms again. She cried.
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Blood Lines Buried Treasure
Emma is back but for how long? She has made a couple of enemies along the way but now there is one that has been hiding in the shadows that is bound and determined to take everything Emma has, including her life. This is a showdown that has been coming for a very long time and it doesn’t matter that Emma had no idea that this conflict even existed. It also doesn’t help that there is more than one person that wants her dead and would do everything they can do separate Emma from what’s hers’ and making sure that she takes her last breath.
Emma’s family and friends will rally around her again but this time instead of Grayson trying to get rid of Emma he would be her biggest ally and the one of the key players to help her end it. Well when he isn’t stirring up mischief around the farm and kissing the ladies on the cheek or patting them on the bottom. The problem is, it’s a lot easier to beat the devil you know than it is trying to beat the one hiding in the shadows when you don’t even know they’re there. Could it turn out to be someone Emma knows well and has been welcomed into her home?
An excerpt from
Blood Lines Buried Treasure
Connors had even picked the place Tim would cross the small river behind Emma’s house. He knew that Timothy would never get across at that point without slipping, sliding, and possibly dropping the body in the mud. There would be no way that Tim would make it across without leaving hand and foot prints all along both sides of the river. The rain that had fallen over the past couple of days would insure that there would be a lot of them too.
After Timothy had dumped the body Connors had gotten him good and drunk and once Tim had passed out he took Candy’s car and drove him down to the bridge where State Highway 238 crossed the Diversion Channel. Connors then put a drunken Tim behind the wheel, adjusted the seat, fastened the seat belt and run him off into the channel. He then watched to make sure that the car with its passenger sunk and Tim didn’t somehow get out. It really wouldn’t have mattered if he had because he knew that Tim couldn’t swim and the water levels were high due to the seasonal high rain fall. After the major rain they had the day before the channel was nearly overrunning it banks and there was a fairly fast current.
Connors knew that the car would end up a little downstream and it would be found in a day or two when it came to rest somewhere and the water levels dropped. He had used this little trick once before when he had needed to get rid of a man who hadn’t wanted to sell a piece of property to him. Once the man was out of the way his widow had been happy to move on. That had been about ten years ago and he saw no reason it wouldn’t work again. After all, the police hadn’t been smart enough to figure it out then so he saw no reason to think they would this time. It was a good thing that Timothy’s house was so close to this spot because otherwise it might have been his ass that would have been down the creek, if not literally, figuratively.
Connors finished up removing every possible sign of his having been there and got into the little car he had managed to get his hands on. He had parked it a little ways from the house in some overgrowth where it couldn’t be seen by anyone passing by. It was a little before five in the morning and still dark. He wanted to be back at his motel as soon as he could before to many people were out and about. He got into his vehicle and without turning on his lights pulled out to the end of the drive and made sure no one was coming in either direction and pulled out onto the highway. He drove for a short way before turning on his lights and made his way back to the motel and now thought of getting a few hours of sleep before starting on his next little project later on today. He had stopped at a coffee shop in case someone noticed his car had been gone this morning. Right now though, he was looking forward to a much needed rest.
There was one thing that Connors regretted. It was the fact that he wouldn’t be there to see the look on that other bitch’s face when she found the mutilated corpse. He could see her going all to pieces at the sight of the dead body when she and her students went to do whatever they do when digging in the ground and they find that body. Yes, he really regretted not being able to witness that.
He was quite sure that the news media would make a big deal out of how much the professor and her students had been traumatized by the whole atrocious event. The news loved to stress the trauma that is experienced by the people involved for the shock value. They wanted to give the sadistic public a way to feel the same thing anyone there might have felt through the whole horrific experience. Yes, he could look forward to that at least.
Below is a picture where I dumped the body in the book. The vehicle came to rest one the bend you see in the distance.
Emma’s family and friends will rally around her again but this time instead of Grayson trying to get rid of Emma he would be her biggest ally and the one of the key players to help her end it. Well when he isn’t stirring up mischief around the farm and kissing the ladies on the cheek or patting them on the bottom. The problem is, it’s a lot easier to beat the devil you know than it is trying to beat the one hiding in the shadows when you don’t even know they’re there. Could it turn out to be someone Emma knows well and has been welcomed into her home?
An excerpt from
Blood Lines Buried Treasure
Connors had even picked the place Tim would cross the small river behind Emma’s house. He knew that Timothy would never get across at that point without slipping, sliding, and possibly dropping the body in the mud. There would be no way that Tim would make it across without leaving hand and foot prints all along both sides of the river. The rain that had fallen over the past couple of days would insure that there would be a lot of them too.
After Timothy had dumped the body Connors had gotten him good and drunk and once Tim had passed out he took Candy’s car and drove him down to the bridge where State Highway 238 crossed the Diversion Channel. Connors then put a drunken Tim behind the wheel, adjusted the seat, fastened the seat belt and run him off into the channel. He then watched to make sure that the car with its passenger sunk and Tim didn’t somehow get out. It really wouldn’t have mattered if he had because he knew that Tim couldn’t swim and the water levels were high due to the seasonal high rain fall. After the major rain they had the day before the channel was nearly overrunning it banks and there was a fairly fast current.
Connors knew that the car would end up a little downstream and it would be found in a day or two when it came to rest somewhere and the water levels dropped. He had used this little trick once before when he had needed to get rid of a man who hadn’t wanted to sell a piece of property to him. Once the man was out of the way his widow had been happy to move on. That had been about ten years ago and he saw no reason it wouldn’t work again. After all, the police hadn’t been smart enough to figure it out then so he saw no reason to think they would this time. It was a good thing that Timothy’s house was so close to this spot because otherwise it might have been his ass that would have been down the creek, if not literally, figuratively.
Connors finished up removing every possible sign of his having been there and got into the little car he had managed to get his hands on. He had parked it a little ways from the house in some overgrowth where it couldn’t be seen by anyone passing by. It was a little before five in the morning and still dark. He wanted to be back at his motel as soon as he could before to many people were out and about. He got into his vehicle and without turning on his lights pulled out to the end of the drive and made sure no one was coming in either direction and pulled out onto the highway. He drove for a short way before turning on his lights and made his way back to the motel and now thought of getting a few hours of sleep before starting on his next little project later on today. He had stopped at a coffee shop in case someone noticed his car had been gone this morning. Right now though, he was looking forward to a much needed rest.
There was one thing that Connors regretted. It was the fact that he wouldn’t be there to see the look on that other bitch’s face when she found the mutilated corpse. He could see her going all to pieces at the sight of the dead body when she and her students went to do whatever they do when digging in the ground and they find that body. Yes, he really regretted not being able to witness that.
He was quite sure that the news media would make a big deal out of how much the professor and her students had been traumatized by the whole atrocious event. The news loved to stress the trauma that is experienced by the people involved for the shock value. They wanted to give the sadistic public a way to feel the same thing anyone there might have felt through the whole horrific experience. Yes, he could look forward to that at least.
Below is a picture where I dumped the body in the book. The vehicle came to rest one the bend you see in the distance.
Blood Lines Family Ties
What happens when a cousin shows up at your door late one night in the dead of winter looking as if she had seen a ghost? If you’ve seen that look before and more than once you try to help her if you’re Emma.
Christine drove to Emma’s all the way from her home in Arkansas with nothing on but her PJs and robe. She not only didn’t bother to dress but she left her purse and phone at home. She had seen something that had scared her nearly to death and whatever it was it had been dragging her next door neighbor behind it.
Since 1903 there have been people who go missing and there is no trace of them. They’re just gone. Now Emma and her family and friends will step in to try to figure it out but there’s a problem. The creature, whatever it is, has decided that Emma is marked to be his next victim.
A town is dying from fear as the Police department in Tiner is running out of officers to keep the people safe. They have families too and want to protect them. Business are closing, people are putting their homes up for sale, and the ones who are still there are not only afraid to go out after dark but it doesn’t look like you’re safe in broad daylight. How does it take people without anyone seeing it? No one knows how to stop it before it claims its’ next victim and with Emma on its’ list they are running out of ideas for finding answers and ways to stop this thing.
An excerpt from
Blood Lines Family Ties
Emma reached for the door handle and had every intention of jumping out of the truck hoping that it would bring this nightmare to an end. She was quickly stopped when Taylor reached across and grabbed her arm and jerked her hard toward him.
“I don’t think you really want to do that Emma. Do you really want to leave Taylor at my mercy? All I have to do is run this thing into something and drop him back inside his body just before this body dies. I want to thank all of you for teaching an old dog a lot of new tricks.”
“Allen?” Emma barely whispered the name.
“Yes ma’am.” Taylor said as he turned to face Emma. It may have Taylor's face but the eyes were no longer his. Where Taylor's beautiful kind eyes should have been there was nothing but blackness broken by the blazing infernos emanating from where the pupils should have been.
“No.” Emma tried to look away but couldn’t. She felt the tears well up in her eyes and roll down her face as she stared into the eyes of a monster.
“Do I scare you less with this face or would you prefer that I arrange it for you to see mine as you did earlier. Maybe even the face that so many people have seen just before I rip their insides out, the face you finally saw today.” Allen looked at her for only a moment but the fire in his eyes, in Taylor’s eyes, couldn’t be denied.
“Allen please let me go!” Emma tried to pull away from the hand that held her so close to him. Emma tried to block out everything in her head.
“Don’t worry I have no intention of invading your mind as you put it. I’ve had enough of knowing what you think of me. Of seeing what is in that head. The look on your face earlier spoke volumes.” Allen continued to hold tight to her.
“Why?”
“Why? Because of you Emma. I didn’t come looking for you, you came to me. If you had just continued walking out to me that day you wouldn’t be here and the connection between us would have ended. I wouldn’t have found out the things I have. Instead Taylor was there to rescue you and because of that the connection stayed in place and got stronger with each day. I’ve had you in my head ever since. I thought a little turnabout was far play, don’t you agree?”
“So it’s been about killing me all along.” Emma now began to understand the terror he had been putting her through.
Allen let out a harsh almost demonic laugh.
“Is that what you think my dear? Didn’t your boyfriend tell you what was happening? No Emma, it hasn’t been about killing you in days. It’s been about you waking in me things that had died. Making me remember who I once was and what I had. You my smart little girl, figured that out already. You got the images of Nadine and her burnt corpse. You saw my children with the flesh burned from their bones. You saw what I did that helped start all this, you who have been screaming and crying and fretting over your mind being invaded all day. What the fuck do you think you did to me time and time and time again.” Allen again glanced at Emma and pulled on her arm. The fires that burned in his eyes were growing larger and brighter by every second.
Emma tried to pull away from Allen and he jerked her hard nearly pulling her over the console between the seats smashing her ribs against the edge of it.
“Emma don’t try that again. I’m having to pick through this bastard’s head to get how to make this machine go so the less distraction you cause me the better for you. So stop thinking that jumping out of this contraption might be a way to salvation because it’s not. I will only drop Taylor back in as this thing crashes and then I will finish what I have to do with everyone you care about. And Emma I can reach them with or without you now, again thanks to you and Taylor.” Allen tightened his grip on Emma’s arm until he heard her moan. That only served to make him laugh causing the embers in his eyes to burn even brighter resulting in a bright red glow that seemed to fill the interior of the truck.
Emma tried not to make another sound as Allen continued to tighten his grip on her arm. She knew that at any moment it was in danger of breaking. When Allen looked at Emma this time he saw the evidence of the pain she was feeling and loosened his grip a little. He had plenty of time to make her hurt a little later and hurt her he would. Before this night was over she would know pain as she had never known it before.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve made a trip like this in a truck is it. I like that word, truck. It makes it sound heavy and strong. It’s a good word for this thing. Anyway as I was saying this isn’t the first time for you. You took a scary ride in one last year and that almost didn’t turn out too well, did it? I promise you’re in for a treat this time. This won’t end well for you my dear or for anyone you love.” Allen felt Emma going limp and again he jerked her.
“Don’t you dare faint on me! I want you conscious for this whole little joy ride my love.” Allen spit the last part out as if it were a mouth full of venom.
Christine drove to Emma’s all the way from her home in Arkansas with nothing on but her PJs and robe. She not only didn’t bother to dress but she left her purse and phone at home. She had seen something that had scared her nearly to death and whatever it was it had been dragging her next door neighbor behind it.
Since 1903 there have been people who go missing and there is no trace of them. They’re just gone. Now Emma and her family and friends will step in to try to figure it out but there’s a problem. The creature, whatever it is, has decided that Emma is marked to be his next victim.
A town is dying from fear as the Police department in Tiner is running out of officers to keep the people safe. They have families too and want to protect them. Business are closing, people are putting their homes up for sale, and the ones who are still there are not only afraid to go out after dark but it doesn’t look like you’re safe in broad daylight. How does it take people without anyone seeing it? No one knows how to stop it before it claims its’ next victim and with Emma on its’ list they are running out of ideas for finding answers and ways to stop this thing.
An excerpt from
Blood Lines Family Ties
Emma reached for the door handle and had every intention of jumping out of the truck hoping that it would bring this nightmare to an end. She was quickly stopped when Taylor reached across and grabbed her arm and jerked her hard toward him.
“I don’t think you really want to do that Emma. Do you really want to leave Taylor at my mercy? All I have to do is run this thing into something and drop him back inside his body just before this body dies. I want to thank all of you for teaching an old dog a lot of new tricks.”
“Allen?” Emma barely whispered the name.
“Yes ma’am.” Taylor said as he turned to face Emma. It may have Taylor's face but the eyes were no longer his. Where Taylor's beautiful kind eyes should have been there was nothing but blackness broken by the blazing infernos emanating from where the pupils should have been.
“No.” Emma tried to look away but couldn’t. She felt the tears well up in her eyes and roll down her face as she stared into the eyes of a monster.
“Do I scare you less with this face or would you prefer that I arrange it for you to see mine as you did earlier. Maybe even the face that so many people have seen just before I rip their insides out, the face you finally saw today.” Allen looked at her for only a moment but the fire in his eyes, in Taylor’s eyes, couldn’t be denied.
“Allen please let me go!” Emma tried to pull away from the hand that held her so close to him. Emma tried to block out everything in her head.
“Don’t worry I have no intention of invading your mind as you put it. I’ve had enough of knowing what you think of me. Of seeing what is in that head. The look on your face earlier spoke volumes.” Allen continued to hold tight to her.
“Why?”
“Why? Because of you Emma. I didn’t come looking for you, you came to me. If you had just continued walking out to me that day you wouldn’t be here and the connection between us would have ended. I wouldn’t have found out the things I have. Instead Taylor was there to rescue you and because of that the connection stayed in place and got stronger with each day. I’ve had you in my head ever since. I thought a little turnabout was far play, don’t you agree?”
“So it’s been about killing me all along.” Emma now began to understand the terror he had been putting her through.
Allen let out a harsh almost demonic laugh.
“Is that what you think my dear? Didn’t your boyfriend tell you what was happening? No Emma, it hasn’t been about killing you in days. It’s been about you waking in me things that had died. Making me remember who I once was and what I had. You my smart little girl, figured that out already. You got the images of Nadine and her burnt corpse. You saw my children with the flesh burned from their bones. You saw what I did that helped start all this, you who have been screaming and crying and fretting over your mind being invaded all day. What the fuck do you think you did to me time and time and time again.” Allen again glanced at Emma and pulled on her arm. The fires that burned in his eyes were growing larger and brighter by every second.
Emma tried to pull away from Allen and he jerked her hard nearly pulling her over the console between the seats smashing her ribs against the edge of it.
“Emma don’t try that again. I’m having to pick through this bastard’s head to get how to make this machine go so the less distraction you cause me the better for you. So stop thinking that jumping out of this contraption might be a way to salvation because it’s not. I will only drop Taylor back in as this thing crashes and then I will finish what I have to do with everyone you care about. And Emma I can reach them with or without you now, again thanks to you and Taylor.” Allen tightened his grip on Emma’s arm until he heard her moan. That only served to make him laugh causing the embers in his eyes to burn even brighter resulting in a bright red glow that seemed to fill the interior of the truck.
Emma tried not to make another sound as Allen continued to tighten his grip on her arm. She knew that at any moment it was in danger of breaking. When Allen looked at Emma this time he saw the evidence of the pain she was feeling and loosened his grip a little. He had plenty of time to make her hurt a little later and hurt her he would. Before this night was over she would know pain as she had never known it before.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve made a trip like this in a truck is it. I like that word, truck. It makes it sound heavy and strong. It’s a good word for this thing. Anyway as I was saying this isn’t the first time for you. You took a scary ride in one last year and that almost didn’t turn out too well, did it? I promise you’re in for a treat this time. This won’t end well for you my dear or for anyone you love.” Allen felt Emma going limp and again he jerked her.
“Don’t you dare faint on me! I want you conscious for this whole little joy ride my love.” Allen spit the last part out as if it were a mouth full of venom.
Cold Encounters
An act of pure evil haunts an old bridge and town for over a hundred years. There are four types of people who stumble upon that bridge. The stupid, the thoughtless, unsuspecting strangers, and the very young and innocent. In the summer before the bridge was abandoned the only thing you had to worry about on that bridge was an oncoming train but in the winter…Not since the nineteen sixties has anyone had to worry about that anytime of the year but during the winter there’s something else on that bridge. No one knows what that something is but during the winter months anyone who wonders up on the deck of that bridge is never seen again, at least nothing of them other than the gory bloody specks scattered over the surface. Whatever it is that cast its evil there anyone who has ever seen it hasn’t returned to tell their story, until recently. The first few who have it’s only through the mad ravings of minds that couldn’t deal with what they saw and heard that the story begins to emerge but soon others escape the madness but not the nightmares. The police chief is one who has now seen it and is determined to bring an end to the evil even if it means blowing up that damn bridge resulting in him spending the rest of his life in prison. All George knows for sure is that someone or something has to stop it before any more are listed as missing. George also knows that the people listed as missing are actually dead.