An indie author, Reid uploaded her first book “Loose Ends – A Mary O’Reilly Paranormal Mystery” in August 2010. Coach, I’m here.” Mary O’Reilly investigates the death of a beloved high school coach while she tries to overcome the repercussion of solving Jeannine’s murder.About the AuthorTerri Reid is the author of the Mary O’Reilly Paranormal Mysteries. All of the students except Stevo, who still stood below the gaping hole in the wall, oblivious to the blood running down his face and arms. Screaming students darted across the lawn, barely escaping the shards of glass raining down on them. The explosion violently blew the windows out of the building. He turned his eager face up to the window. He rolled off the bushes and jumped up as fast as he could. The student fell into the evergreen boughs, the prickly needles scraped his arms, but the branches kept him from hitting the ground. When he had extended his reach as far as he could, he let him go. “Yeah, Coach, I promise.” He took the young man’s hands in a tight grip and slowly lowered him out the window. “Just promise not to whip me over to Smith for a double play.” The young man, his face streaked with soot, grinned at his coach. “I’ll let you down first.” “But Coach, whose going to help you?” “Hey, you’re my best fielder, I expect to jump right into your arms,” he said. The last few students climbed through windows, black smoke billowing out of them. With Rosie and Stanley in danger, will Mary and company be able to assure themselves of a Merry Christmas, or will things go terribly, terribly wrong? Read online But there are no chestnuts roasting on the open fires he's creating. The spirit from the asylum has followed Mary O'Reilly home for the holidays. It was the voice from the asylum, and it was in her home. I've found you."Mary gripped the edge of the couch, her knees weakening beneath her. The giggle repeated, and then the voice called out, "Mary.
She started to step forward, but a sudden grip of instinctual fear held her back.
"Now, if you want my help, you will show yourself."She looked around and saw the branches of the Christmas tree shake. "I don't find this funny at all," she replied firmly, trying not to show her fear. "Who's there?" she asked, walking to the entrance of the room.The giggle repeated, this time clearer. It sounded like a child's voice, but there was something about it that sent chills down her spine. She walked around the counter, towards the living room, and heard a soft giggle. She could swear that something moved in there. Mary O'Reilly Alden froze and stared into the living room.
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