From Connecticut to California, evil runs rampant. It learns as it goes, having been released into our world without the benefit of a mentor. It has gone by many names and held many jobs. Waiting patiently for its next distraction, it stares at the wall for hours on end.
Attempting to start over anew, Matthew travels to California in pursuit of his dreams. He purchases property to mine for minerals beneath the beautiful countryside. Join Matthew as he explores his new environment while working to become a great role model to his son, Robbie.
However, an evil presence has taken an interest in Matthew and Robbie. Everything that happens leads its prey to California; all done according to plan. Not a single decision or happening occurred without its direction. Although not always immediately present, it was never too far away to admire its handiwork. It watched on as their lives completely unraveled.
Follow Matthew and Robbie as their lives and everyone around them become intertwined with the supernatural. Its evil doings do not go unnoticed by all. An older couple follows the evil as closely as they can. An intriguing game of cat and mouse ensues, with those in pursuit always two steps behind.
Hold on to your fears as you witness what’s possible when one applies determination in an uphill struggle. Could you persevere in extreme adversity? Could you fight against what you cannot see? Do you believe in one and not the other?
Vacation with your inner demon!
Read Picking Murphys today – how far would you go to stop evil?
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Taking another breath it appeared to him that he still had plenty of time to get cleaned up and sneak back into bed. If he was right thinking what time it was, he even had a few more hours of sleep after all of that was said and done, he would be fine, he thought. Robbie took another step and then found that his foot would not follow his simple instructions, it would not move, it appeared stuck. Looking down he saw a hand of mud holding firmly onto his left foot.
As Robbie struggled he saw the second hand come out of the ground. They looked much dryer now, not as wet or muddy as they had been before, but still fully functional. He cried out for help and as he yelled the sounds of the night around him became louder, as if attempting to drown him out. Not even the crickets or the bats or even the night itself cared for him. The wind picked up, and howled so loudly that his screams died in volume only inches away after being issued forth.
He drew in another breath preparing to yell as he was knocked over from behind. The wind left his body and he felt it difficult to breathe, let alone to speak or yell for help. If Robbie could have witnessed it he would have seen the mud and rock creature appear to climb out of the ground and pull itself on top of him. It would have been horrifying to witness and it would have scared him to his core. All he knew was that he could not move and he had been recently knocked to the ground, landing on his stomach.
Matthew reloaded his shotgun while slowly walked to Suze. Taking her right ankle he pulled her backwards, away from the front door. Using his foot he lifted Suze to her right side and then kicked her over onto her back. Blood splashed around her as her body settled on the floor. Matthew stepped on her bloody stomach to hold her in place. More blood spilled out of the long cut in her stomach, rolling off her body and making small puddles around her butt. He lowered his shotgun to her chest and pulled the trigger. Two more slugs went into her body at close range throwing blood up into the air and onto the wall to the height of three feet.
Suze would never feel those gun shots; they were more for Matthew’s enjoyment than hers. He didn’t understand why she was so difficult to kill, God knows he had tried several times today. He knew she was a bad person who was confused about most things in her life but there were many things about her he did not know. No matter, it was his duty to stop her, to give her time to reflect on how she was choosing to spend her life, in Hell. Matthew reloaded his shotgun and went to sit on the kitchen chair that faced her body; he wasn’t so sure that she was dead. After all, she had been beaten, stabbed, and choked and she still refused to die. Only after several 12 gauge slugs went to discuss things with her did she appear to listen.