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Paranormal. The Rite of passage.

Twenty two years ago, Samantha and Deanna Miller's lost their mother to a mysterious demonic supernatural force. In the years after, their father, John, taught them about the paranormal evil that lives in the dark corners and back roads of America... and he taught them how to kill it. Samantha and Deanna have hit New York City to check out a local rockers haunted house. But before they can figure out why a lovesick banshee in an 80s metal T-shirt is wailing in the bedroom; a far more macabre crime catches their attention . Not far from the house, two university student's were beaten to death by a strange assailant. A murder that's bizarre even for New York standards, it's the latest in line of killings that the two sisters soon suspect are based on the creepy stories of legendary writer Edgar Allan Poe . Their investigation leads them to the center of Poe's horror classics, face to face with their most terrifying foe let. And if Samantha and Deanna don't rewrite the ending of this chilling tale, a grisly serial killer will end their lives forever.

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(Fordham university the Bronx, November 12 2006.)

Chapter one:

A chill November breeze blew John Soeder's hair into his face, Mother's Nature's reminder to get a haircut in the absence of his actual mother being around to nag him about it. She was back in Ohio where it was safe, and also ten degrees colder than it was here in the Bronx. Emily Soeder could see her son's shaggy brown hair, she'd made that clicking noise she always made and offer to call to make the hair cutting appointment herself. John loved attending Fordham university for about a thousand reasons, but it's considerable distance from his mother numbered high on that list.

He and his roommate, Kevin Beyer, were heading to their off- campus apartment after a long day in the print shop in the basement of the McKinley Center. They were the coeditors of Fordham's alternative paper and had spent most of the day putting the latest biweekly issue to bed. The files had been e- mailed to the printer, and they would have the issues by Tuesday morning. That was critical, as they had to get out before The Ram, Fordham's stodgy official student newspaper, especially because of the exclusive they got from the dean.

They were walking through the campus, heading toward the exit at Belmont Avenue by Faculty Memorial Hall. From there it was only a few blocks to their battered, cluttered, tiny- but blissfully cheap- apartment on Cambereleng Avenue.

Once they hit the exit, John brushed his hair out of his face and said, C'mon, let's motor. I wanna get home and change for the party.

What party?

Amy's party, remember?

Kevin winced. I got an eight- thirty class tomorrow morning, dude. I can't.

Shrugging, John said, Blow it off.

No way. Dr. Mendez'll have my ass. Seriously, she takes attendance. I already missed three classes cause production weekend's, I can't miss another one.