TAILIEUCHUNG - What The Dead Fear

What the Dead Fear By: Lea Ryan Smashwords Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to and purchase your own copy. | What the Dead Fear By Lea Ryan Smashwords Edition License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you re reading this book and did not purchase it or it was not purchased for your use only then please return to and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Copyright Lea Ryan 2011 Cover art by Lea Ryan The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends and where the other begins --Edgar Allan Poe -- Part 1 Juniper Townsend died of carbon monoxide poisoning at the ripe old age of twenty two. She went to bed one night after a dinner of wine and pizza and never woke up. The first night her spirit stood on the pond behind her mother s house. She was dressed in the University of South Carolina t-shirt and shorts she wore to bed her black hair secured in a ponytail. Hello She called into thick fog and cattails around her. There came no reply. Bitter cold was her only companion in that loneliest of lonely. It pervaded her being until it was the only sensation she felt apart from the numbing dread that held her in place. Is anyone there And she couldn t for the life of her figure out why or how she stood on the surface of water. Shadows of what might have been fish swam and slithered beneath shimmering ripples. She thought This must be a dream. Afraid to move Juniper pondered how much colder she could get if submerged in the murky depths below her feet. She tried to will herself awake. When that didn t work she chanced a step and then another. The spring air was heavy with the smell of leaves and blooming flowers. Toads and crickets sang in tune with the gentle lap of pond water at the bank. Juniper walked onto grass. She remembered sleeping in the carriage house behind her .

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