Alms family disappears

Whispered words are gentle breaks in the quiet of the evening until howling spirits, shrieking goblins, and spooky creatures haunting the neighborhood interrupt the peaceful moments. People peek through the curtains looking to see if they are confused or if Halloween is here. No children playing, running, or laughing behind masks are anywhere in sight. Heads pull back, curtains drawn tight against the unseen spooks to keep them outside. In the light of day, the neighbors cautiously open front doors looking for signs of havoc. However, the only news one person whispers to the next tells of the Alms family disappearance.


Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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