The Crossing
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It was then that Melinda noticed two things; a ring on the skeleton’s left hand that bore the Beaushonnne crest, and a yellowed leaflet of paper. She picked it up, opened it, and read;
Here do I bury that which I love most, beside that which I loathe most.
A.D.B
“John,” she said, incredibly scared now, “I think we should get out of here.”
John was fingering the dress and perusing the contents of the grave. Suddenly, he blurted, “I think this may be Lynette Beaushonne!”
“John!” She screamed in panic. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps.
“It’s okay Mel.”
“Let’s go! Please, I have a very bad feeling here.”
“I don’t see what the problem is,” he said, his tone indignant.
She didn’t hear him. The icy death-fingers were allover her now and the room had suddenly gone a deep cold. Then, the lights flickered; the trap-door slammed; the lights went out, and Melinda screamed.
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Outside, sitting on the front steps, Parker had resumed his issue of Batman. Out in the yard, amid the old and majestic oaks, were dappled pools of clear sun shine. He was happy at that moment, completely oblivious of everything except; would Batman nail the Joker?
Behind him, he heard the door opening slowly. He turned around, noticing a pretty lady in a funny pink dress. She didn’t say anything; instead she sat down next to him and smiled. It was a sad smile. “An ‘I’m sorry,’ smile,” Parker thought.
A warm breeze stirred the leaves again, hurrying them across the long grass. Parker looked up into her clear green eyes, made brighter for their frame of jet colored hair. She put her arms around him, they felt light as air to the boy, and she held him like a mother to her breast.
For a long while they sat that way. Then, she got suddenly up, and ran into the house. “Wait!” Parker called in his high, clear voice. He followed her inside.
When he crossed into the foyer he heard a loud slam that made him jump. He followed the sound to the kitchen, and found the trap-door. The light was bad, but he noticed a thick, dark liquid oozing from the edge of the jamb. He deftly dipped his fingers into it, holding them up to
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About the Book
What happens when your past comes back to haunt you? What happens when you uncover all of the old skeletons in the closet? What happens when you have a hell-hound on your trail? These are the questions that Parker Jacobs has been asking himself.
For the last year he has been tormented by nightmares, haunts, and memories of the gruesome death of his mother. He is driven to the brink.
He seeks out Dr. Jeffrey Lynn, a noted psychologist, for help. But the only help Dr. Lynn gives him is this; "Return to Braddington Lane, and face your fears."
What he uncovers is a trail of murder, witchcraft, Satanism, and greed going back almost 200 years! From the quaint little town square of the Crossing, all the way to Jackson Square in New Orleans, Parker chases answers, always asking himself; "Why was my mother killed?"
He travels to the Louisiana bayous in search of a mysterious Voo - Doo priestess, who might be able to help. Aided by a childhood friend, Marilyn, an old man, Jay, an Occult scientist, Dale, and a Baptist Pastor, Dean, he seeks to uncover vicious acts of horror that have been hidden since the end of the Civil War.
Now, he has opened a wound in his old hometown of Creek Crossing, Mississippi, a wound that should have stayed closed. With the mayor, Don Bailey, breathing down his back, and abusing his power by using the police force to harass him, Parker seeks to close the Gates of Hell before the flames engulf the town and its people. Because once it’s opened; it’s the Devil to pay.
About the Author
Mr. Kosch is a native of Ocean Springs, Mississippi, a city with a rich and diverse historical and cultural background. In his younger years he traveled much with his father. This, plus the very nature of his hometown, inspired him to learn as much as he could about the places he’d visited, so he would have a better understanding of its peoples and practices.
Driven by a thirst for knowledge, instilled in him by his parents, Mr. Kosch has become an amateur historian, traveling to 32 of the 48 continental United States, compiling many research notes on local history and lore. He uses these notes for references when writing stories.
He is currently the author of ten novels, The Crossing, a fantasy novel called the Einon Chronicles, and eight as yet unprinted. He has many more planned for the future. He also offers instruction to young writers looking to improve their work, and supports reading programs for children and adults through involvement with local libraries and book clubs.
Recently, he was a victim of Hurricane Katrina. He, and his family, including his father, were trapped in his home a mile from the Gulf of Mexico during the worst of the monster storm.
When the ceiling collapsed in his living room, from which he narrowly escaped (his son and father pulled him out of harm’s way in the nick of time), he spent the next six hours in the master bedroom of his home, (the only room left standing after the storm), watching the wind tear apart the other homes in his neighborhood. He has vowed never to move back to the Gulf Coast because of this experience. He now resides in the hills of Tennessee, with his wife and son.