SideTrack
The Maze of Horror
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Chuck Wynther was born to screams of absolute terror. Unlike his brother before him, he was small and twisted, and his skin was all purple and bulging. The baby’s hands were nubs with fingers that looked like claws. Its face was distorted and misshapen, with one eye open and staring, unable to close, and the other eye covered with hardened mounds of blackened skin. He had hair covering his body in a most ominous way and his cries continued to frighten the midwife that was helping Mary deliver her babies. He was also wrapped in the blue blanket, just like his brother and handed to his mother, but this time there was no joy in her face. She turned her head away; unable to look at him any longer and her sobs racked her badly bruised and aching body, as the sight of this sad little creature sickened her.
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Step right up, walk right in, and get ready for the fright of a lifetime, as seven teenagers out for a Halloween Night of fun and revenge, get caught up in a web of terror that leaves them trapped in a haunted house of horror. It's up to one small girl to put up the fight of her life against an unknown evil to save herself, and the life of some that were out to cause her harm. Packed full of intrigue, terror, and plot twist, Side Track is surely one maze that you can go in, but you might never come out again. Perfection is the name of this game, and horror is hiding in every corner of this maze. Surely one of the best novels written by Lecy McKenzie so get ready for the scare.
About the Author
Author Lecy McKenzie was born and raised in Bastrop, Lousisana Lecy's great passion in life was always writing. As a young girl, she gave away hundreds of short stories. She remembers always having a notebook in her hand, with one great novel or the other in various stages of completion. She would write her inner most thoughts, and she was thrilled when people told her they were really good. Lecy's favorite stories were those about super natural and ghostly encounters. Lecy credits her mother of instilling that passion in her by telling her of hauntingly scary tales regarding her travels across the country when she was a young girl. My mother would have been a great author, Lecy writes, but a young marriage, and raising her children dominated her life, and never gave her the chance to prove that talent. She could tell amazing stories better than any book I ever read, , and she was truly my mentor. She always had faith in me, and now, I hope I honor that faith and her memory.