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It is 2007. The real estate bubble has burst and there are massive lay-offs across the country. Families are losing their homes. A California family dealing with layoffs and the impending repossession of their home has to depend on their faith in God to help them. In an answer to their prayers, the mother, Anne finds that she has inherited some acreage and a farm house from a mysterious Great-Uncle Carl. The family, which includes their three grown children and their families, leave behind their home in Los Angeles and move into this rural one. Their Grandfather, Tony, who is suffering from Alzheimer's disease, must come live with them. Surprisingly, he informs the family that he had once lived at the house, when it had been a Juvenile work-farm run by Anne's Great Uncle, Dr. Carl. He tells them his long-hid secret of being arrested and sent there. Upon their moving in, unusual things start happening. Family members feel uneasy. Items move by themselves. Shadows are seen moving about. Scratching noises are heard coming from a particular closet. With the help of a local photographer, who also dabbles in a 'Ghost Finders Club' they find evidence of a haunting. A psychic comes to investigate and identifies numerous spirits that are present, including a stronger, evil spirit. By reading hidden journals that were found in the barn, they discover that Great-Uncle Carl was a psychiatrist who ran the work farm for juvenile delinquents in the late 30's and early 40's. The doctor was friends with a powerful Los Angeles County judge. A deal was arranged between them for Dr. Carl to take in teens to treat them for various perceived mental illnesses. The doctor tries to perfect his new methods of orbital lobotomy and electro-shock therapy by using the boys as guinea pigs. With the help of a priest and a psychic the family attempts to remove the spirit of the dead doctor from the house. The culmination of the thrills occurs when a huge storm hits, leaving the occupants at the mercy of what remains in the house with them with nothing but each other.

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Publié par	First Edition Design Publishing
Date de parution	15 mars 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781622878192
Langue	English

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The Evil Legacy of Dr. Jürgen

A.E. Garcia & Nico Sanchez
The Evil Legacy of Dr. Jürgen
Copyright ©2015 A.E. Garcia & Nico Sanchez

ISBN 978-1622-878-19-2 EBOOK

January 2015

Published and Distributed by
First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 20217, Sarasota, FL 34276-3217
www.firsteditiondesignpublishing.com

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CHAPTER 1

It was a beautiful sunny California afternoon. The Westchester neighborhood was a bit noisier than usual as many of the local schools had ended for the summer. The neighborhood kids were expressing their joy at beginning their vacation by running down the sidewalks throwing their backpacks in the air and letting them thump loudly on the ground as they headed home. The lawns were still green before the summer heat of July started turning them to a mix of green and brown. Most of the homes on the block were one or two story homes built during the 50’s and 60’s. The boulevard in front of the homes had mature shade trees that gave the street a shady mid-west look, despite the stucco exteriors of the houses. The sound of a gardener starting to mow someone’s lawn down at the end of the block caused Ruben to look up as he pulled the mail from the black metal mailbox on his front porch. As he brought them out and started to riffle through them he sighed deeply. The only things in the pile were letters from creditors telling him how much he owed them. He was getting tired of the threatening letters and late notices arriving in the mail. In frustration he crumpled the handful of bills. He kept telling himself that things had to get better, but it never seemed to. He had been working since he was 18 years old as a construction worker, starting work right out of high school, and now 25 years later he still had a lot of work left in him. Due to the damn economic crisis the company he had been working for all those years had folded and he had not been able to find any construction work anywhere. He was only 43 and still strong and able to build any structure or follow any blueprint that was handed to him. Rarely had he missed a day of work in his entire 25 years of labor. If the housing bubble hadn’t have come about, the developer would have been able to pay his employers and they would have been able to stay afloat.
“2009 has got to be the worst year in my life,” he sighed “, as well as for every other construction worker in the country.”
Hearing a car drive up the driveway on the other side of the house, he walked around the house to see who it was. His long athletic legs carried him quickly around the front of the 2-story white stucco home. He ran a hand through his short dark black hair hoping it didn’t look as if he had been sitting around all day, worrying. Seeing it was his wife, Ruben quickly did his best to smooth out the crumpled envelopes. He walked up to greet her with a smile he forced so she wouldn’t see how upset he was.
The moment she got out of her jeep Ruben saw her face and knew that something was wrong. They had been married long enough for him to be able to read her body language in a heartbeat. Anne was a complete opposite from him. While he was tall, close to 6 feet tall, she was short, barely reaching 5 foot 3 inches. His sun darkened, Mexican-American complexion made her Irish white skin look extra pale. His dark hair had some premature grey starting around the temples while her shoulder length hair was still as bright strawberry red as the day he had met her when they were in their late teens. He could see her taking her time gathering all her teacher’s bags and materials from the passenger seat.
She turned from closing the driver’s door and saw him. The smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes. Their eyes met and the smile quickly faded, tears welling up in her blue eyes. Without a word she came over and leaned her body into his, face to his chest, as if trying to gain strength from his muscular body. He wrapped his arms around her medium sized frame and just stood there holding her until she could speak. He had learned long ago that when Anne was upset she didn’t need him to gab and try to solve her problems. She just wanted him to hold her and be silent, letting her soak up courage from his physical strength. After a few minutes of silence she mumbled into his blue work shirt,
“It’s not good….” He sighed deeply and waited. He almost wanted to tell her to just stay quiet and keep it to herself. He wasn’t sure if he could handle it himself after his talk with the bank representative today. He had gone there to ask for some sort of help with the house payment. The house had cost them $450,000 but today it was only worth about $230,000. Their house payments were so high and with his unemployment they hadn’t been able to pay it and their other bills as well.
Instead of being helpful, the bank told him that if he missed one more payment the bank would pursue eviction. He dreaded having to pass this news to Anne. Now, having seen the look of misery on Anne’s face, he knew he didn’t want to tell her what the bank had said. Finally, taking a deep breath, she squeezed him tightly and then pulled away. She stepped back and squinted up at him with the sun in her eyes.
“The school district is laying off more than 560 teachers.” Ruben wasn’t sure if the tears in her eyes were from the bright sunlight or from her upsetting news.
He tried to console her, “But surely they won’t touch someone like you who has been teaching in the district for more than 8 years?” A tear slid down her face and she angrily whisked it away.
“’Fraid’ so!” she said. “The principal announced today that 8 teachers have to go from our site and number 8 is me! The coward waited until the last day to break the news to us.”
“But how can that be?” Ruben angrily said. “You have had a lot of new teachers at your school! You can’t possibly be low person on the totem pole.” She gave a little smirk.
“They go by hire date with the whole district and then by the site. Sure enough, I looked at the paperwork and saw that my hire date is 8 th on the list from the bottom.” She shook her head with regret showing on her face. “I never should have changed districts. If I had only stayed with the old district and kept commuting, instead of being lazy and wanting to be closer to home, I would still have a job!”
“Oh please,” Ruben chastised, “driving to Orange County everyday would be too much for anybody. You transferred for the kids and for me, so you could spend more time with us. We can’t second guess everything we have done. This isn’t your fault!”
Turning back to the car to lock and shut the door, she shook her head.
“I guess you’re right. I just feel sick about this.” Turning back to Ruben she tried to keep her voice from shaking “What are we going to do now?” Ruben tried to put a smile on his face
“Well, at least it can’t get any worse!” He teased. Anne grinned back at him weakly and gently punched him in the arm as they turned to walk through the 5-foot tall redwood gate into their backyard. A tall block wall surrounded the plush yard. Green Ivy covered the walls and the side of the one-car garage that bordered the private yard. Raised brick flower beds at the base of the walls showed a beautifully blooming array of Anne’s roses. The corner by the back door entrance looked tropical with a huge elephant ear and some papyrus. They walked together under the brown wood patio cover and up the 4 concrete steps to the back door. Anne paused before pulling open the kitchen door and a happy look came over her face.
“Hey!” she suddenly announced. “Here’s my chance to write the great American novel or do my painting again!”
“There you go!” Ruben cheered, “You haven’t painted anything in years. It would be nice to see you start up again.” He smiled gently down at his wife. “You know I love what you paint!”
“Yeah, especially since you used to be my model!” She grinned back. They squeezed each other’s hand as they went into the house to start dinner. In the back of Ruben’s mind he knew he had to tell his wife about the bad news but with her sudden misfortune he didn’t have the heart to tell her now. He decided that there would be plenty of time to explain what the bank Rep said over the next few days. He wanted her to have at least one evening to enjoy her summer vacation before the pressure he had been under got passed on to her.
CHAPTER 2

The door opened and in breezed their daughter Erika. Twenty-four and full of energy, she hung her purse strap on the brown wood kitchen chair by the backdoor and sat down to remove her shoes. Her dark reddish brown hair hung down over her face hiding her freckled nose. Erika was a clone of her father with his long straight nose, smiling dark eyes with long lashes, and full lips. But her coloring leaned more towards her mother. Her skin was lightly tanned but she tended to freckle. She almost reached 5-feet 5 inches in her stocking feet but was more on the petite size, wearing size 3.
“Whew,” she sighed. “I have been on my feet all stinking day!” Anne pushed back from her spot across from her at the kitchen table and rose to get a plate of food for Erika. The kitchen was the favorite spot of the family where they gathered for dinner each night around the round table. The walls were painted a soft yellow which added to the warmth of the family gathering spot. She got a blue willow plate from the shelf and walked to the stove top where the pots of food were sitting, still