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By Rick Hautala

Merely the lifeless are really safe.

A younger lady killed on a desolate street. A mom agonized via unceasing guilt.

In the brilliant gentle of day, within the nightmare depths of sleep, her daughter calls to her from the grave.

And quickly she'll recognize if the voices she hears intend a caution just a friend can sound. Or search a revenge past the boundaries of loss of life itself.

Dead Voices - Don't think your ears.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rick Hautala has greater than thirty released books to his credits, together with the million reproduction, foreign best-seller Nightstone, in addition to Twilight Time, Little Brothers, Cold Whisper, Impulse, and The Wildman. He has additionally released 4 novels—The White Room, Looking Glass, Unbroken, and Follow—using the pseudonym A. J. Matthews. His greater than sixty released brief tales have seemed in nationwide and overseas anthologies and magazines. His brief tale assortment Bedbugs was once chosen as the best horror books of the 12 months in 2003.

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S-H-E-S-B-E-E-N-T-R-Y-I-N-G-T-O-G-E Elizabeth’s eyes and brain strained to take in all of it because the pointer darted like an indignant bee from letter to letter. T-I-N-T-O-U-C-H-W-I-T-H-Y-O-U Elizabeth used to be starting to believe as if the message was once going to be thoroughly misplaced while it snapped into her brain with close to photographic readability. “She’s been attempting to get in contact with you! ” she whispered. “Who’s been attempting to succeed in me? ” Her voice echoed with a hole reverberation. Elizabeth had the special influence there has been a person leaning with regards to her ear, in the back of her, whispering. The pointer zipped over to definite, within the nook of the board. “Is this the anyone I could be attempting to aid? ” Elizabeth requested aloud. The pointer shifted over to no, within the different nook. “I don’t understand,” Elizabeth stated, feeling a disorienting mix of worry and confusion. “Do i would like support? ” She stared down on the pointer, ready tensely for it to start to maneuver, however it appeared to be glued to the board. Elizabeth gave the pointer a bit nudge, yet her arms slid off the sting and got here down challenging at the board. The pointer didn’t circulate. The board teetered on her knees, and he or she grabbed to regular it. Even that a lot movement didn't dislodge the pointer, which used to be caught as if welded to the skin. “Is anyone i do know in difficulty? ” Elizabeth requested, repositioning her hands at the pointer and, gritting her tooth, attempting to strength it to maneuver. She used to be tingling with expectation, however the pointer remained immobile. a chilly surprise slammed into Elizabeth’s physique whilst, taking a look down, she observed not just her personal arms, yet an individual else’s achieving out of the darkness and resting at the different aspect of the pointer. lengthy, skinny hands, with dirt-encrusted fingernails that clicked at the plastic pointer, materialized from the elbows down out of the darkness, as though the evening had all of sudden solidified. Too apprehensive to seem up, Elizabeth watched the outside at the backs of the palms because it peeled and curled away, shrinking as if melting or ... Burning! Elizabeth watched the light pores and skin slough away like rainy cardboard, exposing grey, brittle bones. She felt a violent tug at the pointer. The rasping sound all started back, a lot louder. It appeared like the whining buzz of a chainsaw. Elizabeth watched, dumbfounded, because it spelled out one other message. Y-O-U-R-E-I-N-T-R-O-U-B-L-E-A-N-D-Y-O-U-D-O-N-T-K-N-O-W-I-T The letters flew through so speedy, her fear-numbed mind couldn’t take up the message. All she may perhaps do used to be stare, horrified, on the bony fingers that reached out of the darkness of her bed room and guided the pointer. “Stop this! cease it without delay! ” she yelled, yet her voice used to be not more than a whisper misplaced within the roaring wind of terror whipping icy circles inside of her. No! no longer wind, she concept, throughout the emerging shrieks. “Stop it! ... Please,” Elizabeth whimpered. She tore her fingers clear of the ouija pointer and lined her face, urgent challenging opposed to her eyes till they damage. Flaming spikes of sunshine jabbed her retinas. “Stop it! ... cease it! ... cease it!

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