This book wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for my Great Grandmother. The whole idea probably would've been scrapped after a week but her suggestion of making it a ghost story is what kept it going.
My father's unconditional support is what helped my drive stay on the smooth road. Without him I would've made the wrong turn long ago.
My best friend is who cheers me up everyday. Even when he isn't online, they find a way to cross my mind constantly. Truly a great friend who has stuck with me longer than anyone else.
“The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.”
-Harriet Beecher Stowe
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Home is a Ghosts Prison
ParanormalA Prince named, Edgar feels like his father doesn't care about him anymore as he is too busy with his work to even spare him a glance. This causes Edgar to run far away from the Castle to the humble country of, Todford where he meets a peculiar fami...
