Abbi didn’t find anything she would have called a lead when she arrived in Ohio. But, she didn’t give up. She kept looking, if this Drew Neely had been possessed while living here, then someone had to know something. She sat in the small coffee shop and pulled up the news report again. It said he had been missing for three years after killing his wife and kids. [/i]Wait,[/i] she thought, [i]he had been possessed three years ago?[/I] She slammed her computer closed, drawing looks from those closest to her. [i]He did it to her again. This was a dead end,[/i] she thought. Sam had sent her here to keep her out of the way, he knew she wouldn’t find anything here to help them. Growling, she opened her laptop and looked up directions for Amherst Junction, Wisconsin. She wasn’t going to let him get away with this again. …show more content…
If Drew Neely’s body had been found in Wisconsin, then that is where she needed to be. She thought about calling Sam to tell him she was on her way but decided against it. He would only try to keep her away with some excuse. Abbi walked into the Portage county sheriff’s station and asked for the detective in charge of the Drew Neely case. She watched as a man approached and held out his hand. “Agent Stanley,” Abbi said. “I’m here about the Neely case.” “Really? One of your agents was here about an hour ago,” he told
In The Air Tonight On or about Thursday October 19th, 2017 the accused Ms. Maddy Dryden was arrested at Chaleur Regional Hospital in Bathurst, New Brunswick. Ms. Dryden was taken into custody for the murder of her girlfriend Ms. Courtney O’Blenis. Ms. O’Blenis had been admitted into the hospital a week before her major brain surgery to remove stage 4 glioblastomas. Dr. Nick Mazerolle was the surgeon in charge of Ms. O’Blenis’s surgery.
Consequently, there have been many fooled by “Alice’s” story and not only readers of this diary. Beatrice Sparks a Mormon youth counselor and therapist has gone on to fabricate plenty more “diaries, and “journals” in her time. From Alice to Jay a boy who got lost in the occult, Annie a teen mother, Nancy dying of AIDs, and many more stories purporting to be the true stories of these children 's lives. There have been real life consequences from the writings of Jay’s Journal, which she used bits of a real patient 's journal to create. The family of the troubled boy have come out saying that their son was never influenced, or apart of the occult among the encounters of his actual journal.
“She never came back,” Drew told the officer in charge of the case. The next day at school, Drew surprises Gabie and tells her the horrifying news that Kayla is missing. “Quit playing, that 's not funny” is what she told Drew while she pretended not to be bothered by the news. Drew broke the news to her and explained that the guy had requested for her to make the delivery. That worried Gabie as she knew she was the intended victim.
Flannery O’Connor is widely known for her southern gothic style short stories which entail characters who question their morals. Living in Georgia her entire life, O’Connor was deep in the bible belt and invested herself in Roman Catholicism. Many readers can assume while reading her short stories that she was extremely religious due to the fact religion plays a role and is a theme in each short story. O’Connor was an important addition to American Literature in the early twentieth century being that she composed two novels, thirty-two short stories, and a handful of commentaries and reviews. She was also the first writer born in the nineties to have her works collected and published in the Library of America.
Calling the home to check on him, his secretary learned his wife had found the car in the garage with the key in the ignition and called the police. Although, searching for several weeks, they were unable to find a trace of him. These random disappearances have continued for years. Walking by the open window, early one morning, Mr. Cassidy heard a loud muffled scream coming from the cloud covered mountain, ignoring it he went to the backyard. “Guess they took care of another one.
Long ago in a valley called Crystalville there lived a girl named Abigail. She was young, about the age of twelve, brown hair, and sparkling blue eyes. She lived with her father Klaus, and her mother Lucy. Crystalville was on an island close to the Pacific Ocean, the sun would roar with sunlight, and you can hear the waves of the ocean, as if you were hearing from the inside of a sea shell . Abigail 's home was close to the Pacific Ocean almost on the border of Crystalville.
Since she doesn’t return, then Drew decides to call the police. At school the next day, Drew decides to tell
The sound of bullets whirling through the air and colliding with vases, shattering them into thousands of pieces startled Alice into consciousness. She threw herself to the ground and crawled towards the open door: movements sluggish due to her drowsy state. Closing the door carefully so as not to let it creak, she pulled herself to her feet as quietly as possible, listening warily for the intruders. She heard things crashing on the hardwood floor and reached for the draw, that stood precariously in the back corner of the room. Opening it revealed her collection of various bottled herbs, bones and small coloured bags.
“No... No this can’t be happening!” Tony said starting to cry. “Tony” a man that he didn’t recognize said as he walked into the room. “My name is Dr. Moore I need to ask you a few questions if you’re up to it.”
By: Edwin Unsihuay, David Castillo, and Pedro Ortega Upon finishing his shift as a taxi driver for the night, Anthony James went to the convenience store a few blocks from where he parked his cab to get a pair of cigarettes. With the time being 11:20 pm, the area of Plainfield, New jersey was deserted. Everybody in the area appeared to be asleep. The rain that fell from above was a distraction for Anthony as he made his way to the store on foot. Once in the store, Anthony went straight to checkout to tell the cashier that he would like a pack of cigarettes.
Alison had a hangover the next day. Not a truly bad one, but she used it as an excuse to stay in bed. Peter, somewhat guilt struck, plied her with tea, but apart from that he left her alone. Now, in broad daylight, the events on the balcony seemed so improbable she almost felt it couldn’t have happened. The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
Here he was after months, finally waiting behind the gates. Gus could see everything outside even though the fence was tall. Looking out he saw the long stretch of road, covered in gravel, and hard pebbles that crunched every time a wheeled box came up. Gus had been waiting, and watching as every day someone else left with one of the shiny new boxes. Gus tried his best.
The battle was dynamic, riveting even! Hero and his Villain bounding across the spring-laden dawn tundra, bursts of energy igniting between them as their tails and armour collided. Butterflies cascaded about from both Hero and the grasses. A wide smile crossed the Hero’s face but a grimace of anger and frustration stuck to the Villain’s. “Why can’t I!
Storm recognized a few faces slumped back in their chairs in front of the displays. They were too engrossed in the games to glance up at him. Young glanced at Storm. “You should consider trying out as a rotary wing pilot.
¨Nate, get out of here!¨, my father yelled at me just before I saw a huge chunk of flesh missing from his chest. He was dead before he hit the ground. “No!!!” , I screamed furiously. Then there was a whizzing sound.