STALKED! By Voices
Nonfiction, Health & Well Being, Psychology, Mental Health, Social & Cultural Studies, True Crime, Biography & Memoir
| Author: | Eliza D. Ankum | ISBN: | 1230000251163 |
| Publisher: | Eliza D. Ankum | Publication: | June 17, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Eliza D. Ankum |
| ISBN: | 1230000251163 |
| Publisher: | Eliza D. Ankum |
| Publication: | June 17, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Screams in the night. Obscenity used with impunity in public streets, near schools, in the work place, and in Church. Young lives forever destroyed. And the ones in charge of stopping it, are the very ones enabling the criminals.
What on earth is going on in the once quiet middle class Black community of Maywood, Illinois, recently dubbed Murderwood, Illinois.
Some say it’s just deserts for a life lived immorally.
Others say it’s a real phenomenon – the first authenticated case of mind readers and clairvoyants.
Now the woman at the center of it all has written a soul searing memoir of how she was mentally tortured and STALKED for decades.
Stalked! By Voices takes the reader from 1965 rural Latham, Alabama to present day Maywood, Illinois, detailing a decades’ long story of stalking, sexual harassment and physical abuse. For example this excerpt from the book,
Chapter 8 …..Suddenly, my mother who was bent over her washtub scrubbing away stopped what she was doing and stood straight up. She had this look of sheer terror on her face. I’ll never forget it. I stopped rinsing the clothes in my tub and just stared at her. I wanted to scream, "What? What is it?"
At this point, both our backs were to the kettle of boiling water. And for no reason at all, she started screaming my sister Kathy’s name. Now I was really scared.
When she turned, I turned. I saw the Shadow Creature, smiling, push my little sister Kathy into the fire surrounding the clothes kettle. Before the scream left my mouth, my mother was there, pulling Kathy out of the flames. This time, she didn’t yell, "Sis, bring me water!" She began beating out the flames with her bare hands.
Kathy’s right thigh, from her hip to her knee, was badly burned. I remember the red breaks on her brown skin and her screams. Not Kathy’s. My mother’s.
My mother was screaming, "Why? Why did you do that? She’s just a baby!" My mother was raging at someone. Had she seen the Shadow Creature, too? I was stunned motionless, but my mother snapped me into action – screaming for me to "run and go get Ms. Liza."
Screams in the night. Obscenity used with impunity in public streets, near schools, in the work place, and in Church. Young lives forever destroyed. And the ones in charge of stopping it, are the very ones enabling the criminals.
What on earth is going on in the once quiet middle class Black community of Maywood, Illinois, recently dubbed Murderwood, Illinois.
Some say it’s just deserts for a life lived immorally.
Others say it’s a real phenomenon – the first authenticated case of mind readers and clairvoyants.
Now the woman at the center of it all has written a soul searing memoir of how she was mentally tortured and STALKED for decades.
Stalked! By Voices takes the reader from 1965 rural Latham, Alabama to present day Maywood, Illinois, detailing a decades’ long story of stalking, sexual harassment and physical abuse. For example this excerpt from the book,
Chapter 8 …..Suddenly, my mother who was bent over her washtub scrubbing away stopped what she was doing and stood straight up. She had this look of sheer terror on her face. I’ll never forget it. I stopped rinsing the clothes in my tub and just stared at her. I wanted to scream, "What? What is it?"
At this point, both our backs were to the kettle of boiling water. And for no reason at all, she started screaming my sister Kathy’s name. Now I was really scared.
When she turned, I turned. I saw the Shadow Creature, smiling, push my little sister Kathy into the fire surrounding the clothes kettle. Before the scream left my mouth, my mother was there, pulling Kathy out of the flames. This time, she didn’t yell, "Sis, bring me water!" She began beating out the flames with her bare hands.
Kathy’s right thigh, from her hip to her knee, was badly burned. I remember the red breaks on her brown skin and her screams. Not Kathy’s. My mother’s.
My mother was screaming, "Why? Why did you do that? She’s just a baby!" My mother was raging at someone. Had she seen the Shadow Creature, too? I was stunned motionless, but my mother snapped me into action – screaming for me to "run and go get Ms. Liza."
