Fair River Forest is Haunted

The funeral was on Sunday.  It was a quick affair, officiated by Reverend Stryker, Fair River Forest's Baptist minister.  Most of the town came out for it, some out of genuine affections for the deceased, but most from morbid curiosity.  Fair River Forest has had its share of strange events, but none quite like this. The Howard sisters were holed up at home with Cam and Grace, avoiding the inevitable paparazzi, the interrogations.  Keith Howard would have gone to spit on the grave, but he was still laid up in the hospital. The wooden casket the reverend presided over was empty.  The sheriff's body had not been located, but there was enough evidence to presume him dead.  When Deputy Smith had searched the woods after receiving Grace's call, he had found the clearing that she had described.  Deep burgundy stains coated the grass near the entrance to the fallout shelter, and connected to that was a long, bloody streak that cut across the clearing, disappe...

Jane peered down into the opening in the earth.  Three faces stared up at her.  One was Willow's, her eyes red and puffy, no trace of makeup upon her face.  The second belonged to a girl of about nine who looked vaguely familiar, although Jane could not place her.  Her face was dry, but her eyes were wide and round, like an owl's.  The final face, set with red-rimmed eyes, was Cam's.  They were standing beside Willow, one arm around her shoulder.  Their hair had grown to reach their collarbone, but otherwise they looked almost the same as they had six years ago. "You're makin' a huge mistake," Sheriff Mitchell said.  "Sophie needs her big sis.  Are you really gonna turn your back on her?" "I said shut up," Grace said, her voice almost a snarl. Jane glanced over her shoulder.  Grace was standing with her gun aimed at the sheriff.  She nodded, keeping her gaze fixed on the sheriff all the while.  "I've got this," she said.  ...