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Something about Linden Place stuck to her. Was it the age of the home itself or had she been spooked by the stories from the young waitress Sarah? There's no such thing as ghosts, especially ones that are barbers and band members. Shayla laughed to herself, imagining a ghostly brass band floating a few inches above the ground as they participated in the Bristol Parade. What nonsense! If Sarah's stories were true, then why wasn't anything about them in Trisha Johnson's Bristol Phoenix article, or anyone's article for that matter? Shayla pondered this as she walked down Hope Street...
He had tended to Taton House for nearly a generation. He had never seen the Taton House ghost himself, but he was told by his long dead aunties and uncles that night time was when Big Bill returned in search of Eugene Taton. That night, when Big Bill returned to seek vengeance, he carried with him a heavy axe like the one used to murder his wife. Unfortunately, Taton had escaped through a back entrance (the one he used to use when he sneaked out into the slave cabins to steal their children) like the yellow-belly coward he was. Enraged, Big Bill had swung his axe wildly about, attacking anyone who stood in his path. Several of those killed were familiar faces, faces he remembered from the night of his wife's death. Many more died before Big Bill examined the bloody carnage: innocent house slaves who, Big Bill thought, were better off dead than living their lives in servitude; boarders who were white, others who heard the screams and came running, and those who had been sent by the cowardly Euguene Taton himself to catch him as he tried to escape to freedom with his family and the Underground Railroad guides. Big Bill, the Taton House Ghost, could still be heard at night dragging his blood-stained ax as he continued to search for Old Man Taton, hell-bent on revenge.
They went by the house every day. The house had long since abandoned. Sometimes, she could be seen standing expressionless amidst the front yard's overgrown lawn. She never said anything. She never moved until one day, someone entered the yard and touched her. Their soul now belonged to her and she would be coming to collect it.
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In "After the Darkness" Dr. Candace Nadine Breen, PhD, shares how she overcame childhood trauma, sexual abuse and rape to her present role as a leader and teacher."After the Darkness" is an amazing story of a West African American woman from Providence, Rhode Island who was born of slave descendants from Alabama and Georgia. The author tells maternal abandonment, paternal incest, abuse and her escape to freedom. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! This story of hope and healing for anyone who has experienced abuse will give the reader awareness "We are not alone."The author describes her experience of being almost killed, of fighting for her life and her eventual triumph and ability to live a beautiful married life and become a devoted mother of two children."After the Darkness" is an inspirational story that will move you, and change you!
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