The Raventree Society S2E5: Return to Grace: The Raventree Society, #10

By J.E. Purrazzi

Tyler sent Kyle Hanson home. Back to the graveyard where Tyler was buried a short time ago, and where the spirit of his killer now lurks. Kyle goes, hoping to find answers he's been searching for as to why his brother's spirit is waning, and how he can fight the entity that hunts him and his family.

Kyle may be getting answers, but not in a way that he likes. The stakes are only getting higher as Tyler reaches out through the veil to show Kyle what really happened the night he died. And the spirit of his killer tightens his hold on the family.

The emotional finale to season two of The Raventree Society sets in motion the cogs that will lead to a final confrontation in Season Three. For better or for worse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.E. Purrazzi
• Release date: May 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393564454

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The Raventree Society

Season Two, Episode Five

Return to Grace

J. E. Purrazzi

This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, companies, businesses, locals or events is entirely coincidental.

© 2019 J. E. Purrazzi

All Rights Reserved.

Cover art by J. E. Purrazzi

Cover design and formatting by Poole Publishing Services LLC

The lights of Kyle’s hometown flashed by as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

His agent had screamed like a mad man, but the studio had finally signed off on his absence, since he was already gone anyway. It was a good thing. The rest of the crew would have a much easier time not dying on set with him gone, though the ghost sightings wouldn’t be as good.

Snow crunched under the tires of his Jeep as he turned down the road to the church. Tyler was there. Dad was there. And if Hannah was right, there would be something else waiting for him, too. Maybe that’s not what Stella had meant when she told him to go home, but at one in the morning, it seemed as good a place as any. No way in hell he was going back to his apartment. Not with millions of spiders ready to toss him off a balcony.

The snow was still coming down hard. Enough that his tracks would probably be filled in before he’d even gone a few feet. But that was okay. He had no intention of leaving the car. The tank was full, the heater blowing, and he would be ready to slam his foot on the gas if he needed to go anywhere in a hurry.

Despite that, his skin crawled as he drove past the fenced-in graveyard. The tombs slept under a blanket of snow, undisturbed, completely silent. Nothing there would have suggested the danger that lurked in the shadows. Al least, danger for Kyle.

There were eyes watching.

The funeral announcement for Tyler was still on the board out front. Just under it, a sermon titled Jesus in the New Year: The same as in the last. Why had they changed everything else, but left Tyler’s name plastered up there for everyone to see? It felt wrong. Exhibitionist, almost.

Kyle pulled into the curved driveway and studied the church. Odd how small it looked now. When he was a kid it was more like a black hole, waiting to suck him into an alternate universe where he was chained by button-up shirts and Mom’s unrelenting glare. Somehow, in those white walls, any bit of mercy slipped away and punishment came much quicker. But always with a softer voice.

Mom didn’t like to be embarrassed in front of the church. Dad, on the other hand, just grinned wide. He’s hot-blooded, he’d say. It’s that Irish in him.

Puffs of hot air turned the back window into a cloud of gray. Kyle gripped the wheel, studying the fog, before looking around the rest of the church grounds. There were ghosts in that graveyard, without a doubt. Multiple spirits. Enough to tear him to shreds between them. And when they were done with him, Joseph had free reign over the rest of the family.

A rustle in the