The Crone II

By JM Smith

After surviving their harrowing first encounter with the Crone, the saga continues.

When the Parrettie family moved to a small town to start a new life, their peaceful lives were shattered by an ancient curse. Thrust into a paranormal realm of terror, the family must continue their fight to remove the curse of the Crone. But the fight has already cost them more than they thought possible with the loss of so many dear to them, and leaving Logan and Denie in the hospital to recover from their last encounter with the Crone.

Struggling on to remove the curse, they find new allies in the fight, a clairvoyant, Miasara and her chauffeur Joseph, along with a mysterious stranger suddenly appears to offers his help in defeating the Crone.

As things escalate, it becomes a race against time. Will any of them survive or will the Crone’s curse prove to be too powerful for anyone to stop?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indies United Publishing House, LLC
• Release date: May 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781644562963

JM Smith

JM SMITH is an American born Author who specializes in the Paranormal Genre.Born and raised in Southern California he now resides happily in Las Vegas Nevada with his Husband of 14 years and their two small dogs. He is also the proud father of two adult children and one granddaughter who all reside back home in Southern California.At a very young age JM was terrorized by unseen and unknown entities. He would be awakened in the middle of the night by phantom foot steps walking the hallway to his room. As he grew older JM would experience his bed shaking violently. He was also pinched, pushed, and touched by what he could explain as cold clawed hands. As a teenager he experienced doors opening and closing by when no one else was around, dishes being thrown from a dish rack and appliances turning off and on by themselves.At the age of eighteen after Graduating high school he moved away from his childhood home that terrorized him for most of his life. He thought he would be leaving that all behind but that was not the case. As an adult JM has built his own self defense against these occurrences and is still in a constant battle between good and evil.JM Smith has turned the tables sort of speaks and uses his experiences in his writings. Although he is still extremely frightened of the unknown he faces each episode headstrong with a vengeance and challenges as to who? What? And why? These episodes occur.The Crone Book Series written one four Books. Is his first release. The storyline is rich with paranormal scare on every page. The Crone series offers a new face to the Paranormal Genre. The evil Crone was actually a real person JM knew as a child. How she is described in the book is how she really looked and was also well over 110 in age. She was a Nieghbor of his grandparents. JM used his four year old perception of her for the book series.

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Copyright © 2021 by J.M. Smith

Published by Indies United Publishing House, LLC

First Edition

Published May2021

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ISBN ePub: 978-1-64456-296-3

Library of Congress Control Number: 2021935993

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

About the Author

Chapter 1

Cecilia

The rain fell hard and steady as the windshield wipers of Cecilia’s Lexus worked feverishly to clear the view ahead of her. Traffic crawled because of the unexpected storm that had pounded the city for days. Cecilia drove with extra caution, maneuvering the wet streets carefully as she drove herself to the hospital. The storm had arrived the same day her youngest daughter had been taken to the emergency room. It’s just odd, she thought, how the shock of bad news is paralleled by the bad weather. It was if the world felt her mood. Sitting at a stop light, she thought back to three days before, and the call she received from her oldest daughter, Laden.

Hello, Laden.

Mom! Have you seen the morning news yet?

No, I’ve been at my office all morning. What’s wrong, Laden?

Oh Mom, it’s awful! Are you sitting down?

Yes, I am! What is it? Cecilia became alarmed.

It’s Logan! She was struck by a car! Laden cried.

Oh my God! Cecilia replied in shock. Is she alive?

The ambulance rushed her to the Sisters of the Angels Hospital in Los Angeles.

Okay! I’m on my way!

Okay, Mom! Be careful, and I’ll meet you there!

Cecilia sat back in her chair and closed her eyes, taking a few minutes to gather her emotions. Doctor Cecilia Daniels had been a psychiatrist for twenty-five years. She was a very young-looking sixty-five, is five foot ten, and full figured. Her large green eyes are flattered by her caramel skin tone. She always wore her gray hair short and natural, for easy maintenance. Calmer, Cecilia sprang into action. On her way out of her office she stopped to speak to her assistant.

Kelly, cancel and reschedule all my afternoon appointments. And call Mr. Daniels for me. Have him meet me at the Sisters of the Angels Hospital in L.A. fast! I have to go, but call him first, please!

Right away, Dr. Daniels.

It seemed everything and everyone around her was moving slowly. She kept telling herself to calm down. The elevator even seemed slow, something she had never paid attention to before. Arriving at the emergency room parking lot, she saw her husband standing outside the entrance waiting for her. Parking and walking as fast as her nervous legs would carry her, she approached her husband. Quickly they greeted one another with a peck on the lips and an embrace.

Hon, I got Kelly’s message and came right away. What’s going on?

It’s Logan! I’ll explain on the way in, come on!

Inside the busy waiting room they were met by a teary-eyed Laden.

Have you heard anything yet? Cecilia asked.

No, Mom, no updates, I was told to wait out here, and that the Doctor would be out shortly to talk with us.

Laden hugged her father for comfort as Cecilia walked over to Triage for information. Excuse me?

Yes, can I help you? the nurse asked.

My daughter was brought in, and I need to know where she is.

What is your daughter’s name, ma’am?

That would be Dr. Daniels, and my daughter’s name is Logan Daniels.

Of course, Doctor, let me find out for you.

The nurse came back into Triage. Dr. Daniels, she is in cubicle eight, and the emergency physician is with her now. They only allow one person in the back with her. Follow me. I’ll take you to her.

Thank you.

Eyes filling with tears, Cecilia glanced over to her husband, Bernard, still holding Laden. She signed to him she was being taken to Logan. In cubicle eight the physician was just finishing his examination.

Hello, Doctor. I’m Dr. Daniels, and this is my daughter. How bad is it?

Good afternoon, Dr. Daniels. I’m Dr. Ghornberg. Nice to meet you. We’ve already taken an MRI plus x-rays. She suffered an extreme amount of blunt force trauma. She does have some brain swelling, and we induced a coma to keep her from moving. Hopefully she’ll respond well to the medication, and that will help relieve the swelling quickly enough to decrease the pressure, averting any brain damage that may have occurred.

And, if she doesn’t respond to the medication?

Well, hopefully it won’t have to come to that, if she doesn’t respond we will have to open her skull and insert a ventricular drain to assist with draining the excess fluid build-up, but again that would be our last resort, I am sorry to say right now it’s going to be a waiting game for the next twenty four hours.

Where there any other injuries?

X-rays showed the fourth, fifth, and sixth ribs broken, spine is intact, which is a positive note, along with some bruising and several abrasions. Keeping her induced is better for her right now; the less movement the better. Here is my card if you should need to contact me or have any other questions.

Thank you, Doctor Ghornberg.

Cecilia went to Logan, and grabbed her hand. Logan, it’s Mom! I know you can hear me. I need you to fight, baby girl! I need you to be strong. I love you so very much!

A heavy silence fell as Cecilia pressed Logan’s hand to her cheek. And then she felt Logan’s index finger twitch.

Chapter 2

Miasara

Nighttime had fallen on the busy city of Los Angeles. The storm was in full swing, pounding the city with heavy rains and cold, blustery winds. A large black limousine pulled up to the entrance of the Sisters of the Angels hospital. A tall burly man in a black suit stepped out of the driver’s side and quickly opened the passenger door. A thin-framed older woman stepped out of the limousine. She wore all black, with matching gloves and hat. The hat had a half veil covering her face right below her mysterious eyes. Her unnaturally-bright red hair fell to her shoulders. Her heavy eye makeup and clumped mascara made her a look like a bad Betty Davis impersonator. She wore black stilettos and exuded a raw, animal magnetism.

Thank you, Joseph. I will text you when I’m ready.

Very good, Miss Romanelli.

Miasara Romanelli, the rich, unmarried youngest sister of Maggie Paretti was a carefree spirit, letting the wind pick her up and drop her anywhere. Always walking to the beat of her own drum, she hated the idea of conforming to society’s rules. She had three dead common-law husbands; each one left her richer than the one before. She prided herself in having a lover in every port but had never let any of them pin her down. There was one thing about Miasara that set her apart from all the other women in her age group; she was an extremely flamboyant clairvoyant. Miasara approached the help desk and asked the volunteer, Excuse me, I need to find out the floor and the room number my grandniece is in, please. Her name is Denie Lynn.

Of course, give me a moment while I look it up for you, the volunteer said, searching the system. She is on the sixth floor, room 609.

Thank you very much, Miasara responded softly.

The ICU Unit was on the sixth floor. Miasara approached the quiet nurses’ station.

Hello, how can I help you? The head nurse asked.

Hello, I would like to speak with the nurse assigned to the patient in room 609.

And you are?

Miasara Romanelli. I’m the patient’s Great Aunt, and only living relative.

Thank you, sorry. I have to ask, it’s because of the patient privacy act.

Of course, you are just doing your job.

I’ll get the nurse for you. One moment.

Miasara looked around the quiet unit. Sounds of heart monitors and breathing machines filled the air. Elsewhere she could hear the voices of the visitors sitting beside the beds of comatose patients, talking to their loved ones.

Hello, did you need to speak with me? Standing before Miasara was a tall, well-figured nurse with dark hair, big, almond-shaped eyes, and a clear ivory skin tone.

And, you are?

Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Nurse Aurora.

Hello, Nurse Aurora. I am Denie Lynn’s Great Aunt Miasara. What can you tell me about my niece’s condition?

Let me grab her chart. I’ll be right back.

Alone again, an elderly man wearing only a hospital gown standing close behind