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About ALL HALLOWS EVE: A Krewe of Hunters Novella Salem was a place near and dear to Jenna Duffy and Samuel Hall—it was where they'd met on a strange and sinister case. They never dreamed that they'd be called back. That history could repeat itself in a most macabre and terrifying fashion. But, then again, it was Salem at Halloween. Seasoned Krewe members, they still find themselves facing the unspeakable horrors in a desperate race to save each other—and perhaps even their very soul.
Excerpt:
She entered the cemetery.
Most ghosts didn’t roam around, moaning. Ghosts stayed for a reason, mainly to tell the living what happened to them. She’d seen fathers stay for children, mothers for a family, and children in a sad attempt to ease the pain of their parents. She knew ghosts who’d remained for centuries, hoping to see that history was not repeated. And, yes, she’d met a few in cemeteries. But, usually, they preferred being elsewhere. Tonight, however, one was here, following her. She threaded a path through the tombstones, glancing back to see the glow from the mortuary through the trees. If any of the visitors decided to head into the woods tonight, they’d be in for a surprise. The crime scene from the murder earlier was roped off, two officers watching over it. Finally, she stopped, noting a death’s-head on the stone at her feet.
She turned.
John Bradbury faced her, still attired in his Puritan dress.
“We’re truly trying,” she said to him. “Elyssa tried to repeat what you told her. But we’re not sure we understand.”
He seemed to waver for a moment, gathering strength. Then he managed a weak smile. “I knew you would come. I tried hard to get someone to see, someone to know. It’s not easy. I knew about you from Lexington House.”
Jenna nodded. “Tell me exactly what happened.”
He was a tall, nice-looking man, big enough that it must not have been easy to get his neck into a noose.
“I was working. Checking the connections on some of our automated monsters, readjusting the props on the embalming tables. I don’t know where they came from. I just had a sense that someone was behind me.”
“When you say you don’t know where they came from—did they enter from the house or from the delivery doors? Did you smell something? Was anyone wearing aftershave or cologne? Or as if they hadn’t bathed? Did you see their hands or anything about them?”
“I felt like I was hit by a bulldozer. I was standing there, then suddenly someone was behind me…”
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