Haunted Woods in Connecticut

By Jean Marie Rusin

To scream, she raced from the room, the candle flames sputtering and threatening to throw her into total darkness. Twenty feet up the wall, she nearly ran over John and Ray, who were cowering and sobbing in the pitch-black. Hurry! she shouted, and she pushed them ahead of her. Seeing the evil eyes of Angie being marked by a demon every night, Julie, John, and Angie just vanished in thin air one night, in the woods of Farmington, Unionville, Vernon, Ellington, Connecticut. Hearing voices and seeing shadows, following them wherever and touching them, they were attacked.
In one moment, you can be surrounded by ghosts.
But the dark shadow, the demon, the one that wants you, is pure evil.
These paranormal activities are based on true events and occurrences.
Watch your step. Youre not alone in the woods.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504952415

Jean Marie Rusin

Jean Marie Rusin is a Connecticut native who, despite being born with multiple disabilities, taught herself sign language at a very young age in order to communicate with her brother, whom she lives with. Jean Marie Rusin is a member of the Connecticut Authors and Publishers Association. She is a graduate of Connecticut School of Broadcasting, has own blog talk radio show, and has a fan club on Facebook. She can also be found on Twitter.

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HAUNTED

WOODS

IN CONNECTICUT

JEAN MARIE RUSIN

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Published by AuthorHouse 09/25/2015

ISBN: 978-1-5049-5242-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5049-5241-5 (e)

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CONTENTS

Introduce

Cabin In The Woods

Haunting

Paranormal Activity

Demon

Dark Shadows

Ghosts Whispered

Marked Ones

Awake

Strangely Growled

Pure Evil

Mist

Haunting Woods

Shadows In The Woods

Ouija Board

Strange Happening

Voices Of Dead

Near Death

Possession

Lurking In The Darkness

Darkness

Tap, Tap, Tap

Activities

Shrieking In The Night

Breathing

Taunting Malevolent

Unexplained Noises

Manifestations

Full Moon

Voices

Eerie Grey Green Light

Footprints

Paranormal Activities 2

Demon 2

Eerie In The Air

Trapped By A Ghosts

Strange Evil In The House

Evil Eyes

Ghosts End Of The Bed

Fear

House Of The Dead

Creepy And Spooky

Bad Luck

Entities

Rotten Smell

Unknown

Flesh And Blood

White Noise

Mirrors

Ghosts Speaks

Ghost Hand

Ghostly

Low Humming Sound

Night Terrors

Silence Of The Night

Creep Me Out

Vision Of Death

Poltergeist

The Ghost.

Dark Room

Pure Evil Demon

3: 15 Am

Silent

Shadow Peoples

Are We Dead

Little Girl Ghost

Taken Away

Ghost Within Us

Soul

Lost Ghost

Glow

High Pitched

Paranormal Entity

Apparition

Temperature Dropping

Bad Timing

Moment

Farmington/ Unionville Connecticut.

Creepy Basement

True Terror

Dark Entity

Haunted Woods In Vernon Ct

Windsor Ct

Return To The House

Bless The House

A Haunting

Low Humming And Groaning

Haunted Woods In Connecticut

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Detour

Broken Bridge Lies with Body of Water

Edited by N.Y.T. B.S

INTRODUCE

I have drained and confused and muddled about anything.

I wish there was a guide about to help me.

Should I wait for him to come home, should I stay here and watch over him? Should I try to make contact?

The questions didn’t stop.

They pushed and pushed through my head until I felt like my brain would be melting if I still had one.

If only he could see me, hear me, if only I hadn’t died.

Probably for first time I actually meant that.

IT ripped inside my soul and made me gasp for air.

Until now, I had nothing to live for- a fading relationship, a mundane job and nothing exciting to take the edge off the dullness.

But here finally I was waking up to the fact that I wished I wasn’t dead.

I feel the chill racing through me, a fear that I will fade right now into nothingness without making contact with my love.

A cold wind whistled through the tree along the road to her cabin, but Julie Jones could see nothing through the moonless dark that would have given the dog, to howling in the haunted woods of Connecticut based on true events.

CABIN IN THE WOODS

I am frightened of death. I am disturbed by the fact.

Her anger faded and tears began.

IT seemed like her moods swung in every direction lately like a pendulum without any steadying weight.

Her cheeks were soaked before she could wipe those tears away and so was the windowsill.

A cold wind whistled through the trees along the road, near the cabin, but Joe could see nothing through the window was dark.

Exasperated, peered into darkness, she could make the outline of the cabin to her right, and a small room, at its rear.

As this happened, Julie didn’t worry about why the dg was acting so peculiarly, or if she’d be injured when she hit, or how she’s get home if dog bolted.

No, Joe had a habit of viewing everything with empirical distraction.

She was more interested in the sensation of vertigo she experienced as her feet flipped over her head, the sight of the diamond –stars as she somersault through them, the vaporous burst of breath that exploded from her when she hit the ground.

Aside from having the wind knocked out of her, she was uninjured.

She climbed dazedly to her feet, and stared in the direction of the fading paws.

I hope the damned thing finds its way home, she thought, brushing herself off.

And I hope it doesn’t lose my pocketbook.

Tomorrow, he will walk home, he sighed, accepting his fate, actually today now- Saturday, and that meant no works, which was good because he was still at least a mile from home.

Thrusting his hands deep inside his long coat, he shivered against the light, icy wind.

Luckily, it was a still, clear evening, because it was cold enough to freeze his marrow if the wind had been stronger.

As he set off, a light, conspicuous in the absolute black, caught his eye.

He turned toward the cabin, watched a small, double single flame as it disappeared and reappeared inside the windows of the first story.

He suddenly felt a little alone.

I hope everything’s well there, "he muttered, lowering his head, and beginning to recite Ovid quietly as he walked.

As if at once glance, Death, had caught her up, delighted at his choice.

IT was a humiliating, violating dream, suffocating as it pressed down on her, hurting her, cupping the rough hand of night over her open, silent mouth.

IT was an angry dream, and the anger was a cord that bound both Julie and her assailant together in the night, a cord that leashed her even the da.

At times she could feel her hatred as something apart from her, separate, somewhere deeper in the darkness, taking form.

I was watching in rage, straining at whatever bonds held it itself roughly into her, pounded her beneath it.

Waiting.

The dream came upon her suddenly as it usually did. With great stealth it crept into the room; the fire it held placed cautiously on her night table.

There was a rustle of sheets, and cold air slapped at her exposed flesh.

The dark shadow pressed down upon her, its breath hot and foul.

A rough kiss, dry and raw on her numb lips

The pawing, intruding hand

The hesitant creaking of the bed

HAUNTING

O ut of that darkness a hand flew, catching her with the solid mound of its palm across her temples.

Light flashed through her head.

As the dream faded, Julie felt the cabin shudder around her and she imagined that she heard the snap of something taut being broken.

Julie, anger flared within her, brighter and more consuming than fading light of the blow.

It exploded across her consciousness with unexpected force, driving all thought before it.

The shock of its passing penetrated into the darkness beyond, gathering there, coalesced.

As Julie retreated into the protection of sleep, she felt thing- that thing deep inside her, that thing separate and apart- and knew it was alive.

Knew it waited no more.

In the cabin rooms, Joe wrapped a thin cloth cover around himself as he crouched by the open fireplace and poked at the banked embers.

Joe knelt there for a moment, drinking in the warmth of the flames, when he felt a vibration rattle through the cabin.

Joe rose up slowly to his feet as low roar followed, just at the limits of hearing.

Joe walked to the window, pressing his face to the rattling glass, but saw nothing.

Just then, there was a tremendous crack! and Joe saw the top of main cabin chimney explode. So violent was the explosion that the windows in the bedroom shattered, and Joe was thrown off his feet.

Others in the cabin rose quickly at the sound and gathered around Joe.

Julie jumped from where she lay with her dog, Blackie.

Julie searched for Joe to find him in the room.

Joe the whole damn chimney, exploded at the cabin.

Done thrown me to the ground whispered Julie in amazement as Joe stuck his head out the window.

Well, it’s too dark to see anything. YOU sure?"

Hell yeah

I’m sure".

Joe shaking his head and muttering, Julie shooed everyone to sleep.

Angie climbing herself, next to two of us, Joe felt suddenly anxious and afraid.

Joe did consider, for one moment, putting on his clothes and checking on his wife and daughter. Mr. Jones, be damned.

But sleep took him, and he changed his mind.

Joe said; let them deal with their own evils tonight.

"Well, I’ll be damned if I know what happened, said Joe Jones as he stomped into the kitchen. Joe was a medium, solid man, with a pale complexion and a blondish mustache that jutted from his prominent lip.

Joe threw his coat to chair, wife, and war med his hands by the medium stone fireplace that dominated the open room.

Fortunately, the destroyed chimney was the one servicing the fireplaces on the other side of cabin.

Joe Jones! hissed Julie, his wife.

What language1

And in front of child

Angie bruised herself with helping by the demon.

What happened, dad?" asked Jones around of mush.

At moment the chimney exploded’ said Joe, taking a seat as demon whisked a plate before him. Joe pounced on his lunch.

PARANORMAL ACTIVITY

J oe looked up from his plate slowly to his daughter, Angie, who had been sitting quietly, poking at his food.

Angie ignored the demon, injecting herself instead into some minor argument between Angie and Joe.

Angie said, my bed still squeaks, even after you fixed it. It kept me up and gave me nightmares last night, she said.

She busied herself.

What happened, dad? asked Jones around a mouthful oatmeal.

"I heard something, daddy, came a small voice from the end of the room.

Joe surveyed his half eaten meal. Nothing this morning Joe said, pushing from the table and motioning for his coat.

I got to get out there and help get the chimney fixed.

Angie pointing at her, you immediately stopped bickering, get dressed and get your chores finished.

Julie cleared the plates, Angie went upstairs to get winter clothes on.

You seem very quiet this morning, she said to Angie over the rim of her coffee cup, Is anything wrong?"

Mom, I had bad dreams again last night, Julie answered, her voice thin and distant.

"Do you want to talk about them?

A moment then, No".

Part of Julie buried and ashamed, relaxed at that, relieved with Angie’s answer

But, I’ve been thinking Angie continued.

About what?

Julie asked, and that deeply buried part within her twitched a little.

We have to get working on that dress.

I know.

Angie don’t sound excited. Even now if a boy asked me to go to a big dance with him, I’d be jumping up and down.

Mommy!, giggled Angie. Well, I am excited.

IT’s just that…"

What, honey?"

IT would have been nice to be asked.

What do you mean? Julie prompted, though she knew exactly what Angie was saying.

"I don’t know.

Julie reached across the table, took her daughter’s hands.

If you ever need to talk, about John or … anything … I’m here for you.

"Oh, mommy, I know that, Angie said. John … well, he’s just John.

I can’t seem to get angry with him. Like you always tell me, it’s a woman’s thing to do what man wants."

Julie winced at those words, wished she’d never said them.

The sunlight sparkled like the frost on the powdered rock that dusted the roof and the nearby trees.

How do you suppose it happened?

Joe asked.

I don’t know, doesn’t make sense.

"You still say didn’t hear anything last night, mom, asked Angie.

Not looking at the young white girl.

No I have not, said Julie and John.

I thought wind had blew the windows out, and I got up and fixed ’em.

And that’s that.

I can’t tell me that not a person heard an entire chimney explode.

Damn it, look at this!" John spun on Julie by the lapels of his ragged out.

John brought Julie back with her later that morning. The slight, young Angie spent a few minutes scrambling what happened last night to me.

John stood and said I don’t know, Angie.

But he was curious, what happened?" We’re not sure.

We didn’t hear anything. Didn’t hear anything!"

How’s that possible? asked John.

IT’s not, laughed Julie. It’s impossible.

Well, then how did it happen? yelled John after her.

"You tell me, he said without turning.

Her arms were waving, and the rustle of her Sunday suit was like a frantic laughed over the sound of the people’s upraised voices.

His features were lean and sharp, his nose a curving slash that hung over his mouth like a beak.

Dark and nervous eyes peered above that nose, flickering here and there alighting for a long. Long, tapered pushed from his sleeves clawing at the air.

He was quiet, unassuming the worst to comes to the community that they lives in.

John had taken the job, hesitantly at first, conducting job at the cabin.

After working on the cabin, John make notes but kept quiet about things.

"OH come on John, laughed Julie.

"Things are fine here said to Julie and she said I don’t like it here, John.

DEMON

J ulie said let move out here now, John said no we are staying here.

I heard tell of some disturbance in the cabin a night or two ago," said Angie.

John knew that Angie was acting differently since they move into the cabin in the wood.

John’s back went rigid then he turned: his face flushed.

What wrong said Julie to John? I don’t know it seem like I have been touched.

John face flushed.

Well, they’re wrong. It fell over in the night, that’s all.

John! yelled Julie, and nearly everyone in the room jumped, studiously avoided turning toward the source. The old white maid, no more than sixty year old, leapt forward from some corner of the room, practically tripping in her haste to the summons.

"Yes John, Julie.

Tend to the fire, lady, John growled as conversation resumed its