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Marjorie: Haunted Coal Ridge, #7
Marjorie: Haunted Coal Ridge, #7
Marjorie: Haunted Coal Ridge, #7
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Marjorie: Haunted Coal Ridge, #7

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A series of intertwined supernatural stories that will make you wonder where the darkness ends and the light begins. All small towns keep secrets, but in Coal Ridge when the secret gets out, it begins to feed…again.

Story 7: "Marjorie"

The summer of '63. As a park aid, Gracie's job was to watch the children and she loved it.

Among the throngs of them, one child looked out of place. She had no idea just how out of place the little girl in the white dress was until she was face-to-face with something that went beyond her worst nightmare. With hope fading, that little girl might be her only chance.

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Release dateSep 22, 2018
ISBN9781646390182
Marjorie: Haunted Coal Ridge, #7
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Chuck Sperati

Among other things, I'm a writer--with some published experience--whose been mostly quiet for the past few decades, mostly because I let life get in the way. I've long had a creative outlet at the gaming table and recently found another when I started building a website. With this new outlet also came inspiration. Right now I'm working primarily on a series of short stories that has received some very positive feedback, so I'm sharing. If you enjoy anything I've written, check out my website at https://www.chucksperati.com, where you can find more things that have crawled out of my imagination.

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    Marjorie - Chuck Sperati

    Dedication

    Coal Ridge is based on Ohio’s Finest Village. It was a great place to grow up and continues to be a remarkable community to which I enjoy returning to see friends and family. For those who live there, take a moment, look around, and be wary of the shadows.

    Preface

    A series of intertwined short stories that will make you wonder where the darkness ends and the light begins. All small towns keep secrets, but in Coal Ridge, when the secret gets out, it begins to feed...again.

    Set in a small, somewhat geographically secluded Midwestern town, the blue-collar people of Coal Ridge are friendly and laid back. They enjoy block parties, gossip, and the simple joys that come with being a close-knit community. Since everyone knows everyone else, secrets are hard to keep, but some are so well hidden that they’ve been forgotten.

    These short stories explore a supernatural awakening that will test the bonds of family and community.

    Marjorie

    Coal Ridge, June 18th, 1963

    Cool water and happy children filled the kiddie pool at Wooddale Park, affectionately known around town as the Duck Pond. Those kids not splashing in the two-foot-deep pool could be found digging in the enormous sandbox, sweeping back and forth on the long row of swings, spinning on the colorful merry-go-round, climbing across a range of monkey bars, or plunging down the brand-new high slide. For a small-town park, it had plenty to keep the younguns occupied, and Coal Ridge hired teenagers as Park Aides to keep an eye on them and to keep it clean.

    Gracie Johnson worked as one of those aides.

    I don’t know how you do it every year, Francine Martin asked, the gum in her mouth snapping as she stared at the chaos.

    A smile crossed her friend’s face. It’s fun.

    Four minutes of this would have me running away screaming. She shook her head. Four years of this. You must be crazy.

    Um-hum, Gracie muttered, looking past the kids pushing the merry-go-round and toward the little girl in the white dress sitting on the opposite hillock by herself. Kids often sat there to watch workers build the replacement concrete bridge that would eventually link the park to the big pavilion. That little girl, however, seemed to be watching the other kids.

    —skating rink in Heaton?

    Hmm?

    I asked if you were going skating Friday night, Francine replied, putting her

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