Spiral. Denise Turney

      

      The writing is evocative!

      "This book is sssoooo good."-- Doris Maxwell

      "This story is so good, I am sending it to everyone

      I know."-- Racquel Lyle

      SPIRAL

      "Evil comes to him who searches for it. ...

      He who brings trouble on his family will inherit only

      wind, and the fool will be servant to the wise." ­

      Proverbs 11:27 & 29

      by denise turney

      Spiral

      Copyright 2011

      Denise Turney,

      All rights reserved.

      Scriptures are taken from the

      New International Version of the Bible.

      Copyright 1985, Zondervan Corporation

      Hymnals are taken from the

      New Baptist Hymnal

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be Reproduced in any form, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review or article, without written permission from the author or publisher.

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      ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-0405-9

      Cover: Morris Publishing

      Cover Photography Copyright 1997 by Morris Press

      D e d i c a t i o n

      For my son.

      I love you, gregory.

      Acknowledgements

      Thank you to the Creator! Thank you to my family here on earth and to those I love so dearly who have already transitioned. Thank you to everyone who has supported me and my books, my newsletter, The Book Lover's Haven, and my website at http://www.chistell.com from the very start. I appreciate each of you very much. I think it's impossible for you to ever know how much your support means to me. I am very deeply grateful for you, because I know there are a zillion choices you could have made and you chose to support me. Thank you! Enjoy Spiral! I've already started working on my fourth novel. Look for it in 2004!

      PART I

      Chapter One

      The summer of 1934 was an unusual summer in Louisville, Kentucky. It was the summer children became scared to go outside and play. Although they never said a word, not even amongst each other, the children knew through the many warnings their parents gave them something more fierce, dreadful and evil than ghosts, goblins and imaginary monsters was outside ... maybe at the park, just around the comer from their family home, perhaps at the edge of the school yard....

      "Come 'ere, little girl," a wiry, middle-aged man said while he curled his finger. "Come on, now. I ain't gonna hurt you. I know you're going home from school. It's a long way. Come on with me. I'll give you a ride home so you don't have to walk all that long way."

      The freckle-faced girl grinned shyly at the man who was leaning out of the side of a rusty, old pick-up truck smiling and winking at her. A moment later, the little girl sat on the passenger seat with the man. She giggled each time he reached over and tickled her.

      In between a long burst of laughter, the girl looked up at the man and asked, "What's your name?"