s he hurried. He wanted her to live. She was young, and beautiful. She deserved to live.
Suddenly the swamp ended. Lights loomed up in the distance. Lake Worth! He was almost exhausted, but he sped along with every ounce of energy left in his weary body.
He found the doctor at home. It was impossible for him to talk coherently, but he thought he made the doctor understand.
His clothes were torn and caked with mud. His hands and face were bleeding from cuts and scratches. The doctor begged him to come in and rest, but he refused.
He watched the doctor mount his horse and gallop off down the narrow wagon trail, then John Turner ran back toward the swamp, back toward the scene of the crash and the girl.
Turner had no idea where he was going, but his feet seemed to think for him. He plunged into the marsh and ran, stumbling blindly through water and undergrowth.
There was a dim light in front of him. The burning plane! He flung himself in that direction. Remains of the gi
A rather confusing ghost tale from Lazar Levi. A man rushing to get a doctor for his friend's dying wife becomes lost in a swamp and lost in a recurring haunting of a plane wreck some years before.
Can he fetch the doctor in time to not only save his friend's wife, but the ghost of a young woman condemned to repeat her death every night?