A Ghostly Cry: A Mother's Search for Justice from Beyond the Grave

By Lecy McKenzie

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A Ghostly Cry: A MOTHER'S SEARCH FOR JUSTICE
A suspense thriller full of deception, evil plans, and ghostly intervention.
The book revolves around the marriage of Darla Kaye Linder and Dean McKrae. The marriage of the handsome and wealthy Dean McKrae was his family's way of avoiding the scandal of an illegitimate child. Accepting this loveless and abusive marriage, just as she had accepted all the sad aspects of her life, Darla was not prepared for Dean's deceptive plan to rid himself of her and be with the beautiful, Cindy Margoles.
Moving Darla and their little girl, Kayla, to a house famous for death and revenge, Dean unleashed a spirit that had been lying dormant for years. With the help of a ragged toy Bear and a sad ghost, Darla is in for the fight of her life, and for the redemption of a mother wrongly accused.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481718578

Lecy McKenzie

Author Lecy McKenzie was born and raised in Bastrop, Lousisana Lecy's great passion in life was always writing. As a young girl, she gave away hundreds of short stories. She remembers always having a notebook in her hand, with one great novel or the other in various stages of completion. She would write her inner most thoughts, and she was thrilled when people told her they were really good. Lecy's favorite stories were those about super natural and ghostly encounters. Lecy credits her mother of instilling that passion in her by telling her of hauntingly scary tales regarding her travels across the country when she was a young girl. My mother would have been a great author, Lecy writes, but a young marriage, and raising her children dominated her life, and never gave her the chance to prove that talent. She could tell amazing stories better than any book I ever read, , and she was truly my mentor. She always had faith in me, and now, I hope I honor that faith and her memory.

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1:

THE DECEPTION

CHAPTER 2:

THE RETRIBUTION

CHAPTER 3:

THE REVENGE

CHAPTER 4:

THE SANTIFICATION

EPILOGUE

About The Author

This book is dedicated to the memory of my Mother:

Isabel Martinez McKenzie,

Beautiful in every way

And to my sister who is still here for me,

Betty McKenzie Braswell,

Who made sure I had shoes, even when she

Didn’t.

CHAPTER 1:

THE DECEPTION

Chapter 1

The Deception

Have you ever felt all alone in the world when you were surrounded by people? Could you imagine being lonely at night when there was someone in the bed right beside you? I know how that feels and I can say that is the worst feeling in the world. People cannot understand the loneness of being in love with someone who does not love you. Of trying to be a part of someone’s life when their life does not include you. Of feelings of gratitude for someone who does not care or want your feelings at all. That you are willing to give up everything that matters to you just to try to do everything you feel matters to them. Of this I am an expert. I gave up all my happiness in a quest to make someone happy and the thing is no matter what I did, I could never make them happy because the bottom line is the one thing that would make them happy was to be rid of me. In that quest they were willing to destroy everyone and anyone who got in their way, but I am getting a head of myself in this story so I will begin with the beginning.

I can remember the day began as every other day in my life. The sun rising in my window, so beautifully rust with just a tiny hint of blue. The sky so brightly shining with its puffs of white as if to lead the way for the earth to go from darkness to light. I looked out my window and thought how nice it would be if I could just lie here forever, that time could be frozen and just the blissful waking of a new day was all I would ever have to do.

Suddenly the feelings of sadness washed over me, and I thought about this being the last day I would be seeing this, as this is the day we are moving, leaving the first home that I really felt secure in.

How I wished I have been strong enough to tell Dean I did not want to go. Dean the one that I had lived my life for because that is what others expected of me not what I wanted to do. I never what I wanted to do anything but find true love and happiness. I can truthfully say at that at that very moment I was totally alone. I was wondering what changes was to come. Little did I know, this day was the beginning of changes that I do wish I had seen coming.

I could hear Kayla stirring and my heart swelled with joy for Kayla was the one truly bright light that had ever been given to me. If my life were to end tomorrow, she had made my existence worth all the hard ships I had to bear. Kayla, my darling little angel sent from heaven to share her life with me and at the same time my little ball of fire that never let me experience a dull moment since the day she was born. She was so full of life, and so interested in everything and everyone. Every night was a struggle to get her to close those big brown eyes, and go to sleep because she felt sleep was just a waste of her time. She hated to miss anything. She so much enjoyed life, and I could never understand why this little person so full of spirit was given to me. I called her name very quietly, as not to disturb Dean who was still snoring loudly at my side.

Dean was the town hero big and strong with a future that had no bounds. Many felt Dean was destined to become the shining star of Washburn City to put them on the map. He was the best at everything and there was nothing he could not do. As a young girl, I never dreamed that Dean would ever notice me. With his steel blue eyes, and his big broad shoulders, Dean was absolutely perfect. His tan skin, always so clean and fresh, and his blond hair cascading down his neck, he reminded me of a Roman God. There was not a girl in school that would have turned down a chance to be with Dean and deep down in my heart I was no exception.

As for me, on the other hand, if Dean were the example of perfection, I was his total polar opposite. In my case, me with dark mousy hair, big red freckles, and with big brown eyes that blended in with my freckles so well, my face was one big brown blob. Everything I did or tried to do always end up in a catastrophe. I was always too shy and reserved to try to fit in so most of my life was spent all alone. No one wanted to be my friend and that was just fine with me because I always felt to inferior to everyone around me. No one ever dreamed that the hunk of perfection and the skinny little outcast would ever be together me included but that is exactly what happened.

The biggest surprise ever to happen in Washburn was when we became a couple. Dean’s family and my family even more opposite than Dean and I. They were of two very different classes. Dean’s family was the oldest and richest family in Washburn.

My family was, well, the kind that would have made up the top story in one of those shock television talk shows. I was the only child of an alcoholic couple who spent most of their time drinking in bars or sitting in jail after one of their drunken brawls in which they mostly beat up each other. Dean definitely made sure I was reminded every day of the trash that I came from.

Darla Kaye Dean yelled out, as he always did first thing in the morning. Where the hell are my black pants? I swear to God, I can never find anything, with you living here."

Dean, they are right over the edge of the bed, where I put them for you last night and where I put them every night. I said weakly.

Well, we have got to go, so don’t doddle getting Kayla ready. He ranted the sound of the disdain he felt for me echoing though out the house.

You know Dean, a thank you or even an apology would be nice, I thought to myself. Things to do my mind were rolling now trying to forget the unwarranted criticism I had to endure as a daily reminder of how much Dean loathes me. Get Kayla ready, wait for the movers, and instruct them what is to go, clean up behind them.

I smiled to myself, as the sweetest little voice in the world came up behind me and brought me back from my deep thoughts came from behind me.

Mommy, can I help" Kayla, with her best friend, a beat up old teddy bear she named Mr. Raggles and very lovingly called Rags, was standing at the kitchen door looking sadly at me.

Hello, my Lovie, welcome to a new day. I said as I reached down to pull her close to my side.

Mommy, Rags wet the bed again. I think we need to stop letting him sleep on the bed if he does not learn to stop. Kayla said sweetly rubbing his head.

Well, Mr. Raggles, we are going to have to have a serious talk later, I said turning his head as if to have him look at me. But Kayla Marie, we have got to get moving. We are going to our new home, today." I said looking at her now.

Mommy, Rags doesn’t want to go. Rags feel that the new house is very bad. I really think we should listen to him, because he is very wise. Kayla trying to sound very serious in what she was saying.

Well, I know Mr. Rags is very smart, but Daddy has a chance to make much more money, and he would be very sad, if Kayla and Mommie did not go because of Mr. Rags. We will be moving to a new house and… I said trying to sound as serious as I tried to stifle my amusement.

But Mommy, Mr. Rags is…" Kayla started to say but was interrupted.

Kayla came Dean’s thundering voice, Get ready, now! Darla, I wish you would not encourage her wild fantasies. He said, ranting at me. She is learning to lie and you just encourage it.

I, as always, apologized, and hurried past him, to get to Kayla who had run from the room. When I entered her room, Kayla was sitting on her bed, with those big brown eyes full of tears and my heart went out to her.

What a wonderful blessing Kayla has been for me. The one person who loves me no matter what. The first time I saw her she put her little hands up to my face and touch it gently like an angel’s kiss on my cheek. My heart was bursting with love for this little person, and I knew from the first time I laid eyes on her, she was without a doubt the one thing I had done totally