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    Wake The Dead: A Paranormal Mystery From the St. Isidore Collection
    Wake The Dead: A Paranormal Mystery From the St. Isidore Collection
    Wake The Dead: A Paranormal Mystery From the St. Isidore Collection
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    Wake The Dead: A Paranormal Mystery From the St. Isidore Collection

    By Rod Kackley

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    Caleb makes a grave mistake by inviting his crush, Kalie, to spend a night in the infamous Suicide Forest. It was a decision made on impulse, not reason. Now, they're both trapped in a place filled with malevolent spirits, demons, ghosts, and other supernatural entities.

     

    Caleb must find a way out of the forest and protect Kalie, but she's nowhere to be found. Panic sets in as Caleb realizes the gravity of the situation. Could Kalie be dead? Or worse, could she be enjoying the dark and eerie environment of the Suicide Forest?

     

    As Caleb searches for Kalie, he confronts his own fascination with the forest and the inexplicable pull it has on him.

     

    This paranormal mystery from the St. Isidore Collection is a spine-tingling thrill ride that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end.

     

    From the very first page, the story takes a grip on your imagination, as Caleb and Kalie's lives are thrust into a world of terror and chaos. The forest comes alive with each turn of the page, and will leave you with goosebumps.

     

    "Wake The Dead" is not just about the supernatural, but also explores the depths of the human psyche and the power of desire.

     

    Will Caleb be able to resist the temptation of the forest, or will he succumb to its wickedness?

     

    "Wake The Dead." This paranormal crime thriller is a must-read for fans of horror, mystery, and the unexplainable.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRod Kackley
    Release dateMay 17, 2017
    ISBN9781386064527
    Wake The Dead: A Paranormal Mystery From the St. Isidore Collection
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    Rod Kackley

    It’s all about the story, as far as Rod Kackley is concerned. Whether it’s Shocking True Crime Stories or one of his many works of fiction. Rod wants to keep you turning pages and reading incredible tales of criminals, their victims, and their capture. Spoiler alert: No matter how long it takes, the bad guys rarely win. But it’s the criminal who is often the most compelling character. That’s true whether it’s “Mommy Deadliest,” the story of a woman who kills her children, or “The Murder of Thora Chamberlain,” the story of a teenage girl and her kidnapper. In Rod’s world of fiction, he spins yarns about “The Coffee Shoppe Killer, a woman who kills her lovers when they disappoint her. A teenage girl wraps a serial killer around her finger in “Go Big or Go Dead.” Then there’s “The Murder of Emma Brown,” where two young women go out to party one night, and one only returns home. Written in Kalamazoo, Michigan, Rod’s books and stories allow his readers to brush up against the world of crime without getting hurt. And it’s a heck of a ride!

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      Wake The Dead - Rod Kackley

      Welcome to the Suicide Forest

      The Suicide Forest was a worldwide sensation. The people of St. Isidore had lost count of the number of bodies that had been found in their town’s forest. All of the dead boys, girls, men and women had either stripped themselves naked and hung themselves, or were stripped and murdered.

      For some reason the former was easier for St. Isidore to accept than the latter, so the town went with it.  Suicide.  After all who wants to think about living next door to a serial killer?

      Repeat anything enough and people will believe it, especially when they want to believe it and everyone around them wants to believe it too.

      St. Isidore decided it liked the Suicide Forest.

      The world fell in love with the Suicide Forest.

      Soon people from around the world, who were tired of living for one reason or another, or maybe they wanted to send a message to formerly loved ones, or perhaps they were chronically and desperately ill, or maybe their games went too far. Whatever, they started hanging themselves in the trees of the Suicide Forest.

      This is where the world came to die.

      1

      Kali dared me to spend a night with her in the Suicide Forest.

      Now here I am sitting in the St. Isidore County Jail, filthy dirty, bloody, muddy, and alone, except for the mute moron who was waiting in the cage.

      Kali? Maybe she was still in the Forest. That’s what I told the cops. That’s what I believed.

      My father stared at me like I was some kind of devil spawn he didn’t recognize when he came into the police station.  I guess it was understandable that he wouldn’t recognize me for, let’s say a split second. We hadn't seen each other since we laid my mother to rest.

      But the look he shot me was one that was filled with incomprehension and then revulsion. Something about me had changed. I could feel it too. I had not seen my reflection since yesterday morning or was it a morning last week or last month.

      They had found me in the Suicide Forest. I knew that. But, I was having trouble figuring out how long I had been in the Forest.

      Even without a mirror, I could tell that I had changed.

      Before the cops put me in the cell from hell with a  filthy animal who couldn’t even talk, they had me in a little cell in the middle of their squad room, surrounded by desks piled with papers, staplers, pens and empty donut bags. Everything the modern police officers, all eight or nine of them that made up the Swingin’ Izzy Police Department, would need as they ran around like they had to do something that just couldn’t wait.

      All of this was spinning around me as I sat on a little wooden chair that was bolted on to the floor like they were afraid someone was going to steal it. I didn’t know where Kali was. I didn’t know what had happened to her.  I

      wasn't sure of anything except that I wanted her. I wanted my Kali.

      In the back of my mind, I was afraid the worst had happened. I was scared to death that she was dead.

      That would be a fate worse than death for me.

      And it would suck for her, too.

      Did they really think I could kill her?

      But maybe I was wrong. Maybe they were wrong. They had to be.

      Kali couldn’t be dead. She was alive the last time I saw here. I was sure of that. Wasn’t I?

      Chief Doolan, Lumpy is what we all called him, tapped his fat finger on the table, pointed to the pen, and then to the yellow legal pad in front of me. It was time to write. It was time to tell him, my father and the world what had happened the night Kali and I spent in the Suicide Forest. More importantly, it was time for me to face the truth.

      But what was the truth? Unfortunately for all of us—Dad, Lumpy and me—I didn't have a clue.

      THERE WAS NOTHING THAT could be done. I had to start writing. And, you know, what? I wanted to write.

      I needed to tell this story to everyone, including myself.

      So I put pen to paper and began.

      It was Kali’s idea. She was the one who wanted to go into the Forest. I didn’t. I should've known better.

      I should have been thinking with my brain.

      But, I wasn’t.

      My answer to those blue eyes and perfect  red lips came quick and easy.

      Yeah, let’s go into the Forest. We can spend the night. It’s an excellent idea.

      Guess what? It wasn’t. An excellent idea, I mean.

      We grabbed our sleeping bags and backpacks and walked into the Forest. I was going to spend the night with Kali. What more could I want? What could be wrong with getting the very last thing you want? The thing you asked God for? The prayer he had finally answered?

      Oh, I found out. In spades.

      Again, I will admit it. I never should have gone into the Forest with Kali. Or maybe I had no choice. What about fate and destiny? What  would have happened if I had not gone into the Forest with her? Maybe something worse? There is no way to say for sure.

      However, this I know:

      I fell in love, or at least in lust, with Kali the moment our eyes met. A cliche, I know, but that is what happened when Kali walked into my life.

      I was sitting in the conference room. Alice Bowden was on her tablet, trying to look busy. The rest of us stared out the window or counted ceiling tiles while Franklin Adams, one of the true  peanut brains of St. Isidore Dynamics, droned on about the need to collaborate, and about how without trust, there could be no true something or other.

      It was probably just more drivel from one of those God awful Ted Talks he loved to watch. For me, it was just another day at St. Isidore Dynamics. It was another day stuck in the hell of mediocrity, drowning in the grand delusions of these millennials, just a few years older than me acting like they were my Lord and Master. They were all convinced they’d be the next Steve Jobs or maybe that putz who created the plague to humanity known as Facebook.

      For me, it just another day of dreaming about getting out as quickly as I could.

      Until, the door opened, and I saw her.

      Kali.

      She was the woman who was going to change my life. I knew she would as soon as our eyes met. I could feel it. There it was, the proverbial fork in the road, and I just knew we were going to take it. Who knew where it would lead us? I sure didn’t.

      She was older than me, too. But still, Kali could have been at most, what, my older sister, right? It’s not like she was a MILF, though that wouldn’t have been so bad. Maybe this was the one for me. Who knew? I had gotten lucky a couple of times, too few to really matter, but it only takes once, right?

      But what does age matter? I was always surprised by how young I looked when I saw my reflection in the conference room’s windows as I stared mindlessly outside while my brain was turning to mush inside.

      Yeah, I looked like a baby. And I wasn’t as old as Kali. But, did it really  matter that I was a few years younger? Why should she care about any of that, this new woman who had strolled into my life.

      Evidently, she didn’t.

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