Genre: Historical Fiction
At the midpoint of the twentieth century, a small town in central Wisconsin didn’t know what was coming. When a feud between two wealthy land developers leads to a double murder, rumors abound that one of the victims has put a curse on the town. On the night of November 16, 1957 this possibility becomes a terrifying reality. The county Sheriff investigates the disappearance of local businesswoman Bernice R. Worden. He doesn't know that he is about to uncover the secret life of grave robber and killer Ed Gein, the American Ghoul.
A horror epic based on real events!
Book Excerpt:
Plainfield resident Eleanor Adams passed away on a Wednesday in 1955 after a long illness. She was 51 years old, too young to die. But as fate chooses who it will take away and how, so it also chooses when and without explanation. Her casket was lowered into the ground at 12:30pm the following Monday as her husband and two teenaged children joined a gathering of relatives and close friends to bid her adieu.
A clergyman said in closing: “Sand to sand, dust to dust, from mere flesh to a free and joyous spirit unto the Lord. For as the body dies, so does the spirit live on. Farewell to you, Eleanor Mabel Adams. Farewell.”
A light drizzle turned to heavy rain and the mourners dispersed. Mrs. Adams was buried, but she would not stay buried for long.
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Eddie liked it when it rained. He always did, even as a child. As his pale white pick-up rolled into the Plainfield cemetery that night he couldn’t help but to smile, at least on the inside. It was just too perfect. The rain kept potential witnesses indoors and bought him the time he needed. True, it took a lot longer to dig into wet dirt, and he would likely be aching all over his body tomorrow. But the anticipation was too much to resist. As he drew nearer, taking a hard left around the old mausoleum, he was shaking in his knees and his elbows. His mouth went dry and he felt a sudden, dizzying elation. He was intensely sexually aroused and it showed (he’d forgotten that Augusta was close by too).
Eddie could hardly see through the windshield as the gusting wind and rain rendered his wipers next to useless. The engine roared as he charged up a steep hill, lost his way and nearly crashed into the marble statue of Saint Francis of Assisi that he was looking for. In fact, his bumper had hit the statue but he didn’t notice. He tumbled out of the cabin and scurried to the back, mud squishing under his work boots. As he reached for the shovel, a bolt of lightning electrified the sky and the rain became torrential. He had to move fast. The howling wind blew the rain sideways so that it was slapping hard against his face and fogging his eyesight. He felt a little scared for the first time. The elements were responding wrathfully to his arrival. He wondered if he should heed their warning and hurry home- without his prize.
Eddie stayed. It took him another ten minutes to find the plot. At one point he panicked because it wasn’t where he thought it was. Finally, he found Mrs. Adams nine rows behind his family plot where George, Augusta and Henry were interred. Eleanor was sleeping, only sleeping and he truly felt chivalrous to be rescuing her at last.
He felt eyes all around him, armies of the forgotten dead watching but powerless to strike him down. Even the angels that guarded their grave sites were weeping, for this was the hour of the ghouls.
Eddie began to dig.
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At the midpoint of the twentieth century, a small town in central Wisconsin didn’t know what was coming. When a feud between two wealthy land developers leads to a double murder, rumors abound that one of the victims has put a curse on the town. On the night of November 16, 1957 this possibility becomes a terrifying reality. The county Sheriff investigates the disappearance of local businesswoman Bernice R. Worden. He doesn't know that he is about to uncover the secret life of grave robber and killer Ed Gein, the American Ghoul.
A horror epic based on real events!
Book Excerpt:
Plainfield resident Eleanor Adams passed away on a Wednesday in 1955 after a long illness. She was 51 years old, too young to die. But as fate chooses who it will take away and how, so it also chooses when and without explanation. Her casket was lowered into the ground at 12:30pm the following Monday as her husband and two teenaged children joined a gathering of relatives and close friends to bid her adieu.
A clergyman said in closing: “Sand to sand, dust to dust, from mere flesh to a free and joyous spirit unto the Lord. For as the body dies, so does the spirit live on. Farewell to you, Eleanor Mabel Adams. Farewell.”
A light drizzle turned to heavy rain and the mourners dispersed. Mrs. Adams was buried, but she would not stay buried for long.
___________
Eddie liked it when it rained. He always did, even as a child. As his pale white pick-up rolled into the Plainfield cemetery that night he couldn’t help but to smile, at least on the inside. It was just too perfect. The rain kept potential witnesses indoors and bought him the time he needed. True, it took a lot longer to dig into wet dirt, and he would likely be aching all over his body tomorrow. But the anticipation was too much to resist. As he drew nearer, taking a hard left around the old mausoleum, he was shaking in his knees and his elbows. His mouth went dry and he felt a sudden, dizzying elation. He was intensely sexually aroused and it showed (he’d forgotten that Augusta was close by too).
Eddie could hardly see through the windshield as the gusting wind and rain rendered his wipers next to useless. The engine roared as he charged up a steep hill, lost his way and nearly crashed into the marble statue of Saint Francis of Assisi that he was looking for. In fact, his bumper had hit the statue but he didn’t notice. He tumbled out of the cabin and scurried to the back, mud squishing under his work boots. As he reached for the shovel, a bolt of lightning electrified the sky and the rain became torrential. He had to move fast. The howling wind blew the rain sideways so that it was slapping hard against his face and fogging his eyesight. He felt a little scared for the first time. The elements were responding wrathfully to his arrival. He wondered if he should heed their warning and hurry home- without his prize.
Eddie stayed. It took him another ten minutes to find the plot. At one point he panicked because it wasn’t where he thought it was. Finally, he found Mrs. Adams nine rows behind his family plot where George, Augusta and Henry were interred. Eleanor was sleeping, only sleeping and he truly felt chivalrous to be rescuing her at last.
He felt eyes all around him, armies of the forgotten dead watching but powerless to strike him down. Even the angels that guarded their grave sites were weeping, for this was the hour of the ghouls.
Eddie began to dig.
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