Removing a text box in jutoh4/30/2023 It opened on birthdays, on the anniversary of the accident, whether she wanted it to or not. So Trina shoved her anguish in a tightly sealed box. Had either one of them broken down, Trina didn’t think they could go on. They leaned on each other back then so much, that Trina would only cry when she was alone. You only need to wait for the good to happen, her mother’s voice said in her head. Insurance policies left her and her mother financially well-off. Her father, older sister, and brother had died in a car accident when she was in middle school. Her mother always said for everything bad, something good would come, and Trina had found that to be true. What the hell was up in Ripple? Everyone wanted to be on TV, right? Why was this so hard? Trina didn’t get it. Giving each other edgy looks, they backed away. Haunted houses, ghosts, anything like that.”Īs with the hipster, the girls lost their smiles. “Tell me about any paranormal activity around here. Trina waited while the camera auto-focused and the shotgun mic was aimed at the trio. “Awesome,” said a girl with brown hair in a ponytail. “Hey, you girls want to be on a TV show?” Three high-school aged girls walked out of the gas station with candy, laughing among themselves. But if it wasn’t her, then what was going on? Her makeup looked good, and nothing was stuck in her teeth. Trina turned the camera on herself, using it as a mirror. Trina asked, “Have you experienced any paranormal activity around here? Haunted houses, bigfoot, anything like that?” She had heard this before but hadn’t seen any corroborating news stories. It’s on one of the best bike trails around, but I haven’t seen it myself.” I’d like to interview you about the Oregon State TB hospital for a television show.” She approached a tall, young-looking guy with a hipster beard and lots of plaid. As she had with Eerie County four years before, Trina jumped at the chance. Her old show had been cancelled, but the network offered her an opportunity to do a new show solo. From the general store parking lot, she headed for the gas station, the only place she saw any people. Maybe she could still salvage the show she was trying to get off the ground. Then she might have arrived in time to film the place before it fell down. In order to save money, she’d driven across the country, her SUV full of camera and sound equipment. Abandoned since the 1940s, it seemed the ideal place to search for ghosts. Much like more popular spots for paranormal investigation, Waverly Hills or the Trans-Atlantic Lunatic Asylum, for instance, the TB hospital had recorded nearly two thousand deaths. It seemed the site she wanted to visit might not exist anymore. She was here to be the first paranormal investigator to document a haunting in that old, abandoned hospital. Well, she hadn’t driven all the way across the country for culture. From what Trina Adams could see, the whole thing consisted of a gas station and a general store on one side of the crossroads, a bar on the other, and a B&B a ways down the street. The author does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for third-party websites or their content.Īlthough it was the closest populated place to the Oregon State Tuberculosis Sanatorium, you couldn’t really call Ripple a town. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This book is a work of fiction. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the author’s permission. The contents of this book may not be reproduced, duplicated or transmitted without direct written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. CREATED BY JUTOH - PLEASE REGISTER TO REMOVE THIS LINE
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