6588: When Evil Lurks

By Daniel H. Gray

6588 is a riveting horror suspense thriller that promises to keep you on the edge of your seat. It is a story based on the true events of my family that moves from Dixie Cup, Mississippi, to Wolf Castle, Florida, for a better life. Clearly, they do not know what they have gotten their self into. Everyones faith will be challenged, and they need to dig deep within themselves to survive. This horror suspense thriller will leave you blown away. This book is about their trials and tribulations of 6588, but will the devil and his demonic spirits triumph over their Christian values. Readers beware once you start to read this book you wont be able to put it down, this book will leave you astonished and thinking about the devil and his demonic Klan, pray hard and fight even harder. It has been a pleasure writing this book, but not a pleasure dealing with the evil that lurks at 6588.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514488386

Daniel H. Gray

I was born and raised in Dixie Cup, Mississippi. I met my beautiful wife a few years after high school. We have been married for 15 years and we have five beautiful kids and a daughter in law. About four years ago I got a promotion from my job that involved me and my family to move. After talking it over with my wife we packed the house and the kids up and headed to the sunshine state. After living there a few months, I realized it was not a sunshine state to me, it felt like hell. My health went downhill, I started having tremors and eventually seizures. Sometimes I would fall and hit my head and that caused me to not remember who I was or who my family was. I worked with several doctors and no one could figure out what was wrong. Because of all the hits to the head, I started to be able to see stuff that other people could not, I started to see spiritual things, good and bad. Most of the time it was more bad then good. I could see more and more things as days went by. I started to see deep black shadows, which could only be one thing, something evil. It began to understand that I could see it and that I could feel its presence. That’s when my tremors and falls started to become pushes and shoves. No matter what would happen I always looked to God to help me through it. I started to look at life differently. Since I was a little kid I always had a passion for books and for writing. After the experiences I’ve had the past few years and after seeing the things that I have seen, I started to write about it. A lot of the time it would help me feel better and help me get through it. Then I got the idea that I should write a book and share my experience with people and tell them about my dark story about 6588.

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Copyright © 2016 by Daniel H. Gray.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2016906774

ISBN:   Hardcover   978-1-5144-8842-3

   Softcover   978-1-5144-8841-6

   eBook   978-1-5144-8838-6

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Illustration by Gina Scott

Rev. date: 05/06/2016

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1 When Evil Lurks

Chapter 2 Investigation

Chapter 3 Kitchen Is Closed

Chapter 4 We Prayed, and They Left

Chapter 5 Tongue-Tied

Chapter 6 Dirty Laundry

Chapter 7 Spiritland

Chapter 8 Encounters

Chapter 9 Fireball

Chapter 10 Chloe Sees

Chapter 11 First Call

Chapter 12 This Time It's Personal

Chapter 13 Branded

Chapter 14 Scarlet

Chapter 15 Golden Sword

Chapter 16 Depressed State of Mind

Chapter 17 Bumper to Bumper

Chapter 18 Unexpected Call

Chapter 19 Inner Demons

Chapter 20 Kentucky Whiskey

Chapter 21 1958

Chapter 22 Dirty Past Satanic Worshippers Revealed

Chapter 23 False Pretenses

Chapter 24 Black Cloak

Chapter 25 Struggles

Chapter 26 Hot Damn

Chapter 27 Joker

Chapter 28 Here's Johnny!

Chapter 29 Goblets

Chapter 30 Spur of the Moment

Luke and Abigail's Beautiful Wedding

Chapter 31 Somebody's Messing with Grandma and Grandpa

Chapter 32 Deception

Chapter 33 Resist the Devil and He Will Flee

Chapter 34 Help from Above

Chapter 35 Back to Hell

Chapter 36 Home Stretch

Scriptures I have found to bless your home that work.

How to Make Holy Water

About the Author

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In Loving Memory of My Dad

February 5, 1939- January 14, 2015

I would like to take this time to dedicate this book 6588 When Evil Lurks to my dad. My dad was born in Mississippi February 5, 1939 to a woman of God his dad, a Baptist minister. Throughout his life he always knew the meaning of hard work and integrity. In life he was always a little rough around the edges, but to us kids we knew that he was not so rough around the edges. He might not have told us that he loved us all the time, but we knew he did. I can remember when we were kids going to field trials, my dad really loved running those beagles that was his passion. Also at that time my dad had the best hunting beagles in the United States. Nearly every time we would go to a field trial he would usually bring back a first place trophy, he was very good with those beagles. It was like they were connected at the hip, some days I would look out toward the dog pens and notice him talking to his beagle's maybe that was his secret recipe for winning. Whatever he was doing it worked. I remember one night in the summer we were camping at the beagle club, see in the summer you had to run your dogs at night because the Mississippi heat was too brutal during the day to run them. That night it was just me and my dad running beagles all of a sudden it was real quiet then I heard something stirring around in the woods, the next thing I heard was barking. My dad said you hear that, I said yes, dad he said I call that pack music, there's nothing like it. I also remember going behind the house where me and my dad use to shoot his twenty two pistol, he said son always respect guns because if you don't you will blow a toe off. But the one thing that I enjoyed the most was watching the Saints play on Sunday. No matter how bad they played my dad and I still enjoyed watching them play. We both enjoyed the sport of football a lot. If heaven has a tv up there I guarantee you my dad is watching football and old western movies. So dad this one's for you save me a seat on the couch. Dad it has been a pleasure being your son, although sometimes we butted heads, I knew you loved me. I will see you in heaven one day when it is my time.

Love you dad

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

A t this time I would like to recognize the people in my life that help this book come to life and inspired me to dig deep within myself. First of all I would like to thank my Lord Jesus Christ for inspiring me through tough times and good times to get this book finished. I would like to thank my wife, when times were rough she kept telling me things would be okay, for that I send her my deepest love. I also would like to thank my two boys and three girls for putting up with their dad while he was writing this book, I love you with all my breath and soul. Also thank you to my wonderful mother that taught me how to be a kind person and not let my brain overload my mouth, love you mom. To my late father, that taught me about hard work and value of a good football game, one day I will see you in heaven, love you dad. To my new daughter in law, thank you pushing me every day to be great, love you, dad. And to the rest of my family thank you from the bottom of my heart. I also would like to thank the Scott's for being such caring friends and supporting my family during difficult times, I love you all very much. I also would like to thank Gina Scott for the professional art work that she provided for the inside of the book. Also special thanks to the fans that I don't have yet, because this is my first book. I thank you and my family thanks you for buying this book I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it, tell a friend about the book if you like it. Also special thanks to my publisher Xlibris for all the hard work and long hours it took to bring 6588 When Evil Lurks to life.

Special thanks

Daniel H. Gray

CHAPTER 1

When Evil Lurks

O ur story takes place in the summer of 2012. My family and I decided to transfer to Florida to make more money and also give my family a better life. What we didn't know about were all the trials and tribulations that were ahead. The move started in Dixie Cup, Mississippi. With a one-way ticket to Wolf Castle, Florida. I remember the move. It was terrible. All that happened was rain the whole way there. Which is what happens in Florida when a tropical storm is moving up the coastline. Twenty hours to make a twelve-hour trip. What I didn't know was my luck would continue to get worse and worse as time went by. We arrived at our new address, 6588 Old City Road, Wolf Castle, Florida.

The rain was blowing sideways, and the wind was howling. I looked at the time on the clock radio in the moving truck, and it said 12:55 a.m. Finally, my wife and kids and I made it through the twenty-hour trip of hell. I remember it like it was yesterday. When we arrived, we were worn slap out, the kids were very moody, and my wife was pregnant with our fifth child.

We walked in the door of our old new house soaked and wet. You could tell when we walked in the house there was a certain heaviness in the air, or at least, I could tell. Several days and weeks had passed; we finally got settled in.

It took a while to settle in the house. I had bought the house from a man whose mother had passed away in the house. She was ninety-six. I had bought the house plus its contents. The house was filled with old antiques and relics. A couple of months later, I started having bad health problems. It was like, damn, won't I ever get a break? Things just kept getting worse. It was a couple months later, and the doctors still could not figure out what was wrong, then depression set in like a ton of bricks. I never left the house unless I had a doctor's appointment. It was like the house was consuming me, taking my livelihood away, sucking the air from my lungs. As the weeks went by, my condition grew worse. I kept falling and falling. My knees were shot and also my back, shoulders, ankles, and head. I had several concussions, then the doctors decided to put me in a damn wheelchair to try to minimize some of the falls. Then for some reason, I started seeing things. I thought, Am I going crazy? Is this house trying to consume my mind too? As my mind wondered, I thought back to when I was a child growing up in the South. Times then were a lot simpler; nobody was ever in a hurry like they are today. My grandpa was a Baptist minister and a firm man of God in the South. I thought back to one of the sermons he had given about the devil and his demonic ways. At that time, that was not a very popular subject to talk about in church. It scared people. Sometimes the truth hurts, said my grandpa. For some reason, I had kept that sermon in the back of my head; it might be the very thing that saves my life.

Also, my grandma used to talk to herself in private. The conversation sounded like she was talking to people that were not there. Then I thought to myself, Is she crazy? She was a very respected woman in the community. Then as the years went by and she got older, I asked my cousin who lived with my grandma about this. She said that she could talk to spirits. No wonder they talked to her; she was a very likeable and generous woman. My cousin told me that she had been trying to keep it a secret her whole life because she was the wife of a Baptist minister, and they were well respected in the community. Before my grandma passed, I had the chance to talk to her about this big secret. She explained to me about talking to spirits. She said most of them just wanted someone to listen or talk to. She said nearly all of them didn't know they were dead. So she would try to talk to them and help them get to the other side. During my talk with my grandma about all this, I would get goose bumps, and the hair on my head would rise.

What I didn't know at that time was that my grandma was preparing me for things that would come in the future. As months went by, I found out that I had developed a certain talent for talking to the dead. Like my grandma, my family kept it a secret, kind of a hush-hush thing. One night in late October, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I noticed a strange, eerie feeling came over the room. A dark spirit started forming in the corner of the bathroom. I rose from the toilet as fast as I could. As soon as I stood up, I was knocked against the wall then tossed on the floor like a dog's chew toy. Blood was gushing from my head. Right before I passed out, the demonic spirit had told me he was going to torture me first then my family. So not only did I have to deal with talking to dead people but somehow a demonic spirit had found its way into my life. Probably because of my sickness, it thought it could take over me. But what the demon didn't know was that I had a close relationship with God. When I had passed out, my spiritual being went into autopilot.

When I woke up several minutes later, my son Luke and my wife were standing over me. My son told me that I was speaking in tongue and doing strange things with my hands. As I think back to that moment in my life,