Moonlight and Ghosts
On a moonlit night, Randy's intuition is drawing him back to an abandoned psychiatric hospital where he once worked. He and his friend, Alice, have heard the ghost hunters' claims the building is haunted, filled with strange lights, apparitions and the voices of former patients calling for help. The Forgotten point Randy and Alice to a crime in progress... and there's not much time to save the victim.
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The light of the harvest moon was brilliant all over the Florida Panhandle. It released the shadows from Tallahassee’s hills, found the sandy roads and sawtooth palmetto sheltering blackwater rivers flowing through pine forests and swamps toward the gulf and, farther westward along the barrier islands, that far-reaching light favored the foam on the waves following the incoming tide. Neither lack of diligence nor resolve caused that September 1985 moon to remain blind to the grounds of the old hospital between the rust-stained walls and the barbed wire fence, for the trash trees and wild azalea were unrestrained, swings and slides stood dour and suffocated in the thicket-choked playground, humus and the detritus of long-neglect filled the cracked therapy wading pool, and fallen gutters, shingles and broken window panes covered the deeply buried dead that had been left behind.
“Can you see anything?” asked Alice as they slipped through a ragged gap in the fence.
“Your blonde hair,” he said.
She hooked her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and stayed close.
“If you can see it, the police can see it,” she whispered. “Your intuition brought us here, but I’ll be the one picked up for trespassing. Is the building haunted like they say?”
“Yes, but not like they say.”
“What do they say?”
“The ghost hunters have Hollywooded up their stories about the Sunshine Hospital and Developmental Center,” he said. “Careful—these briars aren’t friendly.”
“Can ghosts and cops smell blood?”
“Yes.”
“We’re in the heart of darkness. Once we’re lost for all eternity, the thorns in my arms won’t matter. We’re en route somewhere specific, right?”
“My feet know the way.”
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Cristina Ventrella
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Author review: Cristina is extremely easy to work with. Professional, on time, and high quality work. Highly recommend! |
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Ruy Camargo
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Andrea Robles
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