THE BREATHING DEAD: Ghost On The Hill. A Short Novella.

She might be the little version of the Wicked Witch Of The West, but she can't bear a curse as heavy as this. It was described as the most peaceful, happy, and prosperous town rich in romance and tradition. An unsmiling very handsome face—if her drunken eyes are telling her the truth—muscular like a bodybuilder, black hair, and arms like a tree trunk. Finally, it made sense why she came by this morning to warn Evie.