The Lost Souls

By Erica Morrison

Lost Souls is the story of a 13 year old boy named Coby in the summer before his freshman year. The summer starts out like any other, he hangs out at the lake and spends time with his two best friends, but when new neighbors move in across the street Coby makes a friend that will change his life forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Sep 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781456612498

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The Lost Souls

Erica Morrison

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© 2012 by Erica Morrison

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Table of Contents

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 1

I stared out the living room window at the moving van across the street. A tall man built like an NFL linebacker was directing movers inside the house with dramatic gestures.

The house was an old three story Victorian known as The Old Peterson Place. It had been empty since before I was born. When my friends and I were younger we would creep up on the porch and look in the windows or try the doors and spook ourselves thinking we heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

The truth was the house was a big white house with peeling paint an overgrown yard, and a sad drooping porch, now that we were in Junior High my friends and I had given up on ghost hunting inside, and chalked it up to another old house that was too big for modern families.

I couldn’t help being a little excited though, my mom is a real busy body and on the Winslow Creek welcoming committee so I figured she’d send me over there with cookies or something and I’d finally get to see inside. I smiled thinking how jealous my two best friends, Sam, short for Samantha, and Jack would be.

I guess it was kind of weird Sam and I hung out so much, but I’d known her since we took swimming lessons together the summer before first grade. I tended to forget she was a girl; she never had any female friends, and turned her nose up at all the girly things our classmates did. I figured if she ever got into the whole nail polish lipstick thing we’d have to rethink things but I couldn’t see much danger of that any time soon.