The hanging of Goody Glover was worse than anything you Rachel Gray could have imagined. The rope tight around her shriveled throat. The jerking of her twisted limbs. Her two black eyes staring madly--straight at Rachel...
The nightmares began soon afterwards. The old witch was dead; Rachel had witnessed her execution. And yet at night the scrawny face of Goody Glover rose up to taunt her and her claw-like fingers closed in a death grip around Rachel's soft neck. Rachel woke up screaming with terror--only to feel the spirit of Goody Glover still within her, waiting to torment her again.
There was no one to help her, no one to ave her. Rachel had only her innocence to battle the terror that had taken over her soul...
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The hanging of Goody Glover was worse than anything you Rachel Gray could have imagined. The rope tight around her shriveled throat. The jerking of her twisted limbs. Her two black eyes staring madly--straight at Rachel...
The nightmares began soon afterwards. The old witch was dead; Rachel had witnessed her execution. And yet at night the scrawny face of Goody Glover rose up to taunt her and her claw-like fingers closed in a death grip around Rachel's soft neck. Rachel woke up screaming with terror--only to feel the spirit of Goody Glover still within her, waiting to torment her again.
There was no one to help her, no one to ave her. Rachel had only her innocence to battle the terror that had taken over her soul...