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The Eleventh Hour
The Eleventh Hour
The Eleventh Hour
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The Eleventh Hour

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Five horror tales of women facing the otherworldly and unknown:

Dedication - Stacy’s dedication to helping her company brings her face to face with more sinister forces she brought alive in the historic building.

Mustard Seed - Heather is eager to put a tragic mistake behind her, but a workplace nemesis is determined to make her pay for what she’s done.

Night - Penny wakes in the back office of the campus library cold, confused, and alone – or so she thinks.

Price to Pay - Paula will do whatever it takes to bring vengeance on the people who ruined her life, but does she realize the true price of revenge?

Wither - Mindy thought she forgave her great aunt for being a bitter old woman, but those funeral flowers just won’t die, and now they’re making her sick.

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Release dateSep 26, 2016
ISBN9781370084357
The Eleventh Hour
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Sherri Fulmer Moorer

What is reality? Do we experience it, or create it? Or, in a universe of expansion and chaos, is it a canvas where we experience all possibilities of existence?Welcome to a place where you can explore the fragile state of reality. Where every thought, word, decision, and action are steps to break or create the nature of what is real. Where all things work together in the multidimensional flow of reality to make all things are possible.

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    The Eleventh Hour - Sherri Fulmer Moorer

    The Eleventh Hour

    By: Sherri Fulmer Moorer

    Copyright 2016 by Sherri Fulmer Moorer

    Cover Photo by Scott Liddell through www.morguefile.com

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    Dedication

    Stacy sat in the driver’s seat of her car, glaring at the light burning in the middle of the second floor.

    Drive away; just leave it. What harm could come from one light?

    But the company couldn’t afford to overlook small details. Financial shortfalls forced them to give up a plush downtown space for this modest office bordering on the low rent district. She sighed and stepped out of the car.

    A strand of brown hair blew across her face with a gust of stale air as she unlocked the door. She recoiled at the musty smell attacking her again moments after stepping out of the building, but pushed on inside, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she mounted the staircase. A week in this office, and it still smelled like it had been closed for a century. It might have been. Titles like historic structure were vain attempts to hide the fact that the place was old, out of date, and in desperate need of repair. She stepped into the second floor, pausing as she heard whispering up the hall.

    Hello? she pulled her cell phone out of her purse and tapped the flashlight. It winked a few times, and then went out. She dropped it in her purse. It didn’t matter. The late afternoon sunlight streaming through the other office windows illuminated the narrow hallway enough to find the source of the irritating light. Her heart pounded as she came closer to the executive suite, where the sole light intruded on the darkness falling over the hallway. She drew a shaky breath. Why was she nervous? She had never been afraid to be alone. Usually, being around too many people gave her the jitters. Stacy took a deep breath and rushed the remaining distance, reaching around the corner and flipping off the switch to the lamp beside the window.

    Why did you do that?

    Stacy jerked at the soft voice floating out of the now darkened office. She backed up slowly, peering in but only seeing a shadow of what looked like a man sitting at the large desk against the back wall. I’m sorry, she stopped and forced a swallow past the lump in her

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