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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
The Damaagome

The Damaagome

Haffer, Richard Gustaf

Paperback

Horror

ISBN10: 1450577725
ISBN13: 9781450577724
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Feb 19 2010
Pages: 386
Weight: 1.24
Height: 0.86 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
It had been years since Cody could drum up the nerve to leave Chicago, not after, well, he stopped the pictures from resurfacing. He didn't need the terror of it sneaking into him right now, challenging his courage as he drove along the bumpy paved road. For this first trip outside the city he'd chosen a small cookie-cutter safe town in southern Illinois named Keebler Ridge. His therapist had encouraged him. She'd felt this would be a good baby-step back into that big bad world he projected out there, waiting for him like some beast waits in the bush for its prey. Just drive down, she'd said, interview the mayor, enjoy the country air, and come home the next day. The advice had sounded swell sitting in the leather chair, in her safe office as Peruvian flute music softly filled the room. But as he pulled up to the 'T' intersection on the dark country road he felt the old fear tingle up his spine. The sign posted ahead for Keebler Ridge had lost one of the two bolts holding it up. Now it swung downward, the arrow pointing to hell. Was this some bizarre foreshadowing of events, some omen? Sweat rolled down his left temple, down his cheek. He put down the window and focused on his deep breathing taking the cool night air in through his mouth, into his diaphragm, exhaling slowly through the nostrils. Seven more times and Cody felt the muscles in his shoulders relax, his mind going calm. In fact, he began to chuckle at the things that scare us, the superstitions and fallacies based in fear. Then the scream came. No, not a scream, more of a screech that rooted in a deep tone before searing through an unbelievably high range of notes slicing the moonless night. The sound stabbed inside Cody, holding him unable to move. Suddenly released from its spell, he punched the gas, loose gravel shooting out behind him as he raced for town. Whatever the source of that sound, he knew that it raged with anger. Yeah, he whispered, welcome back to the big bad world.

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