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ALL HOLLOWS DETOUR
Greg, his girlfriend Julie, Ashley, his girlfriend Sarah and Ashley’s brother Jacob formed a little clique in their small-town high school. Jacob was more than a year younger than Ashley. He couldn’t drive yet and didn’t have a girlfriend and so always tagged along with him to most places. Ashley, or Ash as friends called him, felt bad for Jacob and tried to include his brother in most things, other than dates with Sarah, who never minded most times. She knew Ashley loved and looked out for Jacob and she admired him for that. A basketball star in their school, Ash called himself “a big fish in a little pond.”
Greg starred on the high school football team. He played defensive and offensive end and liked the job to batter through the opposition and tackle the quarterback. Greg’s friends described him as a big guy with a bigger heart. Greg, the “Teddy Bear,” got that nickname from his classmates for standing up for kids who got bullied by school butt-heads. He was a friendly gu
About the author: Asa Swift is a police officer in Indianapolis and has been in law enforcement for thirty-four years. He is married to his wife Janet and they have three sons. Ready for something new and having a creative side, he took to writing horror, his favorite genre of books and movies. Born in Hartford, Indiana, despite getting a late start in writing, he improves every day. Swift enjoys fishing, firearms, cooking and his grandchildren, and of course, HORROR! As a means of continue writing, he keeps his grandparents close to his heart and mind for always encouraging him to not give up.
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