Mother Should Have Helped Build The Wall - My Nightmare In Georgia

Once upon a time in the beautiful state of Georgia, I embarked on a journey that would forever change my perspective on life. It was a cold and gloomy winter evening when I stumbled upon a haunted house that held secrets beyond my wildest imagination. Little did I know that my own mother played a role in the creation of this horrifying nightmare.

The walls of the house seemed to whisper, their murky shadows lurking in every corner. The creaking floorboards echoed with each step, as if trying to warn me of the horrors that awaited. But curiosity got the better of me, and I pressed on.

As I ventured deeper into the house, strange occurrences began to unfold. The air grew thick with an uncanny sense of despair, as if the spirits of the past were crying out for justice. I stumbled upon a collection of old photographs, revealing the history of this haunted place – it was once a sanctuary for troubled souls.

Mother Should Have Helped Build The Wall (My Nightmare in Georgia Book 2)

by A. L. Norton(Kindle Edition)

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Among the photos, one stood out. It was a captivating image of my mother, her face etched with determination and resilience. The caption beneath read, "Mother Should Have Helped Build The Wall." My heart sank as the realization set in – my own mother had played a role in the creation of this nightmare.

As I delved deeper into the history of the house, I discovered that a group of individuals, including my mother, had been tasked with building a wall to contain the malevolent spirits that plagued the area. However, something had gone horribly wrong, and the wall had become a conduit for even greater evil.

The spirits trapped within those walls seemed to feed on the despair of those who entered. Their mournful cries echoed through the halls, a constant reminder of the tragedy that had befallen them. I could feel their presence weighing down on me, creeping into my very soul.

Driven by a mix of fear and curiosity, I became determined to uncover the truth behind the nightmarish events that had unfolded within these walls. I sought out the help of local historians and paranormal experts, hoping to lift the veil of darkness that consumed the house.

Together, we unraveled the twisted history of the haunted house. It turned out that the wall my mother helped build had been constructed using an ancient artifact, rumored to possess immense power. The intentions were noble – to protect the inhabitants of the house from the malevolent spirits wandering the area. But the artifact had a sinister purpose of its own.

Through countless sleepless nights, we studied old journals and deciphered ancient texts to understand the true nature of the artifact. It was a gateway to the spirit realm, designed to capture and contain the most dangerous entities. However, its power was too great to be controlled, and the spirits it imprisoned began to slowly consume the souls of those who entered the house.

Armed with this knowledge, we devised a plan to dismantle the wall and return the spirits to their rightful realm. But it was not without risks. The spirits fought back with a vengeance, their tormented wails echoing in the hallways. We had to navigate through treacherous obstacles and solve otherworldly riddles to cleanse the house from the evil that had plagued it for centuries.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we managed to break the curse and release the spirits from their eternal prison. The house was restored to its former glory, the once-dreaded halls filled with the peaceful energy of liberation.

My mother, burdened by guilt, confessed to her role in the creation of the wall. She spoke of her sorrow for the pain it had caused, proclaiming that she should have known better. Her admission brought closure, and a newfound understanding of the dangers that come with tampering with forces beyond our control.

Leaving the haunted house behind, I couldn't help but reflect on the lessons learned during my nightmare in Georgia. Our choices have consequences, and sometimes the price we pay for our actions can be far greater than we ever imagined.

The haunted house stands as a stark reminder of the importance of humility and respecting the boundaries of the supernatural. It serves as a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit, its ability to overcome even the darkest of horrors.

So, as we journey through life, let us tread carefully within the realms unknown, for even the best intentions can create a nightmare not easily forgotten.

Mother Should Have Helped Build The Wall (My Nightmare in Georgia Book 2)

by A. L. Norton(Kindle Edition)

4.4 out of 5

Language	:	English
File size	:	1336 KB
Text-to-Speech	:	Enabled
Screen Reader	:	Supported
Enhanced typesetting	:	Enabled
Word Wise	:	Enabled
Print length	:	219 pages
Lending	:	Enabled

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Lindsey is narrating, taking you back to the early years when the child abuse began. The struggles of living in a home with an abusive father that could become so violent, bringing fear and terror into the home, even when they least expect it. Humans, pets, no one is safe. The cruelty that her dad can dish out is unimaginable. Broken bones can heal, but broken minds remain broken forever. This is a sequel to "My Nightmare in Georgia, Based on A True story." If you have not read that book yet, get your copy while grabbing a copy of this book. Half the proceeds from both books go to Janie's Fund - Janie's House that front man Steven Tyler, of Aerosmith, opened up for young, abused girls to go to be safe, get therapy and the help that they need. Those girls, are just like me. What a great cause! If you don't mind, please be kind and leave a review for this book. It helps bring the book more to life and helps with the cause! This was a very hard story to write, based on my life. Thank you!