Devil's Marsh - Carol A Campbell

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Résumé :
In the quiet town of Bayou Vista, Louisiana, Devil's Marsh hides more than its dark waters- it harbors something ancient, something hungry. When Izzy moves into what she believes is her dream home on the edge of the Marsh, she's blissfully unaware of the terror that lurks beneath its surface. For generations, the locals have whispered about strange occurrences, but no one dares speak of them aloud. Soon, Izzy will understand why. As eerie events begin to unravel her grip on reality-phantom footsteps echoing in the night, chilling whispers from unseen forces, and her health mysteriously deteriorating-Izzy seeks help from Micky Vermooch, the eccentric owner of Micky's Magical Things. The cursed LaBlanc family has been tied to this land for centuries, their dark rituals meant to bind an evil force older than time itself. Now, that ancient evil is waking. Something-or someone-is stalking the Marsh, feeding off the fear it spreads. The oppressive fog, the unshakable feeling of being watched-everything draws her deeper into its grasp. Izzy realizes too late that the Marsh isn't just haunted-it's hunting her. Devil's Marsh has plans for Izzy, and it won't stop until it claims what it wants. Some places are born evil. Devil's Marsh doesn't just want her soul-it wants to keep it!...

Biographie:
Carol A. Campbell writes psychological thrillers with Southern charm and a deadly twist. Based in Louisiana, she's the creator of Bayou Vista-a fictional small town where secrets don't stay buried, and sweet tea won't save you. When she's not plotting jaw-dropping twists, she's chasing her tiny coauthor: a spirited chihuahua named Jack. Together, they've made murder strangely charming....

Sommaire:
Some houses are cursed. Some are claimed. When Izzy moves into the old LaBlanc house on the edge of Devil's Marsh, she believes she's found peace - a quiet porch, still water, and a chance to outrun her past. But the house remembers. Years ago, an entire family was slaughtered inside those walls in the name of something that lived in the marsh. The town buried the story. The preacher blessed the land. The bloodstains faded. The evil didn't. Now footsteps echo through empty rooms. Shadows gather beyond the porch swing. And at night, figures move through the fog - faces painted, walking silently toward the water. Because the LaBlanc bloodline never ended. And something raised in the marsh is still watching....