Devil's Race
Avi Wortis
Language: English
Pages: 58
ISBN: 2:00363910
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
"When you're dead, you're dead,"" his uncle tells him, but John Proud fears otherwise. The sixteen-year-old's namesake, his great-great-great-great-grandfather, who died back in 1854, was found guilty of being a demon and hanged. Now his malevolent spirit is back, wreaking havoc and looking for a healthy new body to take over.Sixteen-year-old John Proud discovers his family's dark secret'in 1854 an ancestral namesake confessed to being a demon. Now John finds himself battling his ancestor who is trying to use John for an evil purpose. Mounting suspense plus the sure draw of occult horror will keep readers turning the pages.
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In my head I don’t know. Over and over again. There were times I felt I was actually there. Perhaps I was. 19 One Saturday morning after about two weeks, I got a call. “Hi. It’s Ann.” “Oh, hi,” I said, my heart doing a flip. “I was hoping you’d call,” she said in her best direct way. “You okay?” “Sure,” I replied. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Means I’m all right.” “Things settle down?” “I guess.” “You don’t seem very certain.” “Sorry I didn’t call,” I said. “That’s okay. But why.
“Visiting?” “Yes, sir.” “With you?” he said to Ann. “We’re relatives,” she said. “Right.” He seemed unable to make up his mind. “Okay. Take it easy now. Drive carefully. Sorry to hold you up.” He backed away from the car. Ann started the motor and edged the car forward. Afraid to turn about, I looked at the rearview mirror. The trooper was standing behind us, not going on to the next car, but just watching after us. As we picked up speed, I kept my eyes on him. He had turned on his hand.
She grabbed his hand and helped him to his feet, then fetched his walking stick. “I’m going on,” I announced. I didn’t care what happened to him. Uncle Dave turned quickly. “Don’t be a fool!” he said with strength. “Isn’t that why we came?” I shot back. “Don’t!” he said. “Which way is it?” I asked Ann. “John, we should get back …” “Do what you want!” I turned and left them, heading for the bridge. 11 Made of stone, the bridge was an old one, though it looked as if it had recently been.
There is a great deal to say and not much time.” “Who are you?” I asked again. He returned, echolike, “Who are you?” “John Proud,” I said. There was an easy laugh from him, along with a casual hand gesture. “Same for me. Don’t I look familiar?” I said nothing. “You’d be amazed,” he said, “how difficult it is for people to recognize themselves. Well, you’ve made a good start. You’ve noticed. I must say, I appreciate your uncle going to all this trouble getting you here.” “Uncle Dave?” “I.
Road an almost perfect spiral. “What do you mean?” I asked, though I knew perfectly well what she was talking about. “You’re acting like you’re in shock.” “Just worried about Uncle Dave. Think he’s all right?” “Probably pushed himself too far. Too much excitement. Do you drive?” she asked. “Nope.” Again, silence. “It was you I was asking about,” she said, her voice low. “You went back for that canteen. When I found you there … something—” “I told you,” I insisted quickly. “I’m just worried.