-Prologue-
The Evil is not found in any place, inside any species but us, it crawls into good men and it seems to be born into the ensides of what used to be a man.
Money is the root of all evil, huh, thats what my mom always said to me, but as time passed I realized that the mind is the root of all evil. The human mind invented every problem and atrocity that we know, or did it?
Whats most important here is our mental health right?, Ive heard that the worst type of torture is the physocological torture, but Hey, thats coming from a student at law school, Im no psychologist.
Anyway, Ive been having strange dreams lateley, I dream about things, bad things. I imagine myself killing the people that I know in some sick ways, and as bad as it sounds, I dont try to think about something else.
I find confort in the idea that I can unleash myself, every murderous or sexual idea that I may have, I release it in my mind, the key is to never blur the line between my mind and whats happening on the real world.
Thats the key.
Because thats wrong, but, I dont think its wrong because it feels, it feels so good inside.
I need more.
Angie, a grieving expectant mother, must help the spirit of a little girl find the remains of twelve other children who mysteriously disappeared three years ago.
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After the death of her twin brother, Angie Abernathy immersed herself in her painting to help her deal with her overwhelming grief. When her husband, John, finally convinces her to sort through some of Cory's belongings, she unexpectedly finds the closure she needs in the form of a map and a journal full of cryptic notes. When the notes lead her to the bodily remains of six-year-old Mary Drake, the first of thirteen children who went missing three years ago, Angie finds herself caught up in her own investigation and quickly starts to believe that Mary's bones aren't as dead as they seem to be...
Content warning: This story contains mature themes, including references to the murder of children