The Graveyard of Dreams

The Graveyard of Dreams

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If someone had warned Arcadia Lore that her next race would end in an accident that would end her career, she would've scoffed and dismissed them with a smile. She was the best. The word 'accident' wasn't in her vocab. But, of course, accidents occur when we least expect them to. After a fall that should've killed her, she is left in a coma. The only way out is through her subconscious, otherwise known as the Graveyard of Dreams. But dreams aren't the only things that lurk beneath the tombstones. Here, Arcadia will come face to face with all of the monsters in her closet - and will have to confront her greatest fears. Is she strong enough to make it to the other side?
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Why me?

How can life move on when something that completely ruins it happens? How can an innocent child unaware of anything but happiness face the paranormal with bravery and strength? Little Alice was sleeping peacefully in the backseat of her parents' car when suddenly there was a life-altering BANG! CRASH! that changed her entire world... She doesn't like her new home. It has secrets... Deadly ones, indeed. Who are those children in the picture whose mouth seem to open and whisper something to her? And who is that naked woman with pale skin that keeps her awake with the horrible sounds of her cries and swears that no one else hears? And how does she disappear with the wind and the sound of cracking branches just like that? "Why me?", Alice kept thinking through her cries, "I don't want this". Yet who does?

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