Barbara Case Speers

Are you afraid of snakes? If snakes can only slither and slide, what makes them so scary that everyone runs and hides? Garrett is not afraid of snakes. He took Pete, the schoolyard snake home, instead of leaving Pete where he could roam. But as luck would have it, something terribly goes wrong Turn the page to read more. STOP Is that a snake on your bedroom floor? This is a fun story and so much more - five star funny

It all began on Christmas Eve when Santa and his reindeer were about to leave. So - what

Something eggtraordinary happens at the Easter egg hunt. The story is eggciting, with an eggtra dose of funny. Beware if you dare because you will fall off your chair from laughing Eggcellent This is five stars funny. Garrett learns three lessons.

It was his first day on the job; the paramedic panicked. "Her heart stopped again." Controlling the crisis from the driver's seat, "Jerry, take a deep breath before I have two-code blues. We're a few minutes from ER. Are you sure she's not breathing?" There was silence for a moment. "Doug, I know when someone is dead. You really have to see this for yourself. She's sitting up and talking to someone. The woman has no vital signs. She's dead." There are consequences when you get a second chance to live. It's called a gift but those who come back; they know it's a curse.

One sunny day, Garrett and Mom drove to the store. SHH - don't tell his mom. Garrett has a secret but not for long. Garrett made a big mistake. Shoppers are running right out of the store, dropping their groceries all over the floor. Wait there is more People are gathering trying to see, asking each other what can it be? Laugh out loud funny...a spoof on the media Fake news is real

Long Island, New York - Late Saturday night, my editor called and requested that I write the memoirs of a nurse who worked at an asylum. I was also hired to write a story about the new Psychiatric Museum, which is located within the parameters of this iconic institution. Harvey believed this surge of focused energy would be the antidote to my writer's block. At first, I reluctantly boarded a plane for New York but here's a secret. What Harvey didn't know, I had an informant. They knew all about this surgical nurse. The nurse was found dead in an apartment. The death certificate said heart attack but one of the detectives who was working the preliminary investigation didn't agree. As with all cold cases, they get boxed up and placed in storage until new evidence surfaces. coldcaseseries.net

U.S. Marshals usually move Witness Protection candidates far away from their last known place of residency. Pine Mountain is forty miles north from where we once lived. While on our honeymoon in Italy, Vinny and I debated where we should go. I insisted on hightailing to another state like Oregon - far away from North Carolina. Discussing the relocation, Vinny said his current alias would be enough to keep us under the Mafia's radar. Attending an agent only dinner party, the group had an intense rap session about an undercover who recently went into WP. Bob testified with Vinny in PA. Vinny's partner moved thousands of miles from his previous zip code. If you call Bob, he doesn't answer his phone. It's a dead line. A couple of days after Thanksgiving, my husband told me not to leave the cabin. Eating too much pumpkin pie, I had to shed the calories. Disregarding his warning and leaving my safe haven - what could possibly go wrong? This is a gated community. I pounded the pavement until - and then Vinny had a dead line.

Having morning coffee with my husband, he asked me what my plans were for the day. I told Steve that I was getting a haircut and then going shopping. I lied. After the haircut, I was going to meet Vinny for lunch at Special Teas. I know that sounds awful but Steve would turn the lunch date into an investigation. Here's the problem; my husband doesn't understand nightmares or the supernatural. If I told Steve about my dream, how I watch a train grinding the tracks at midnight, observing the object as if I were a bird, he would tell Gwen all the gory details. During lunch, Vinny and I will tackle the dream. He won't judge me because we're both intercessors and we have a good track record on solving cold cases. Hitting every red light, I was late. Tardiness infuriates my friend. Before lunch was brought to our table, we got into several wrangles. Vinny asked if I discussed my nightmare with Steve. I changed the subject. The man kept harassing me, questioning why I didn't tell my husband. His premise, my life could be in danger and he can't be with me 24/7. Moving on, Vinny immediately dropped the A-bomb. He asked me why I was ignoring Steve's affair. I didn't have an answer. To make our lunch date even more contentious, he said we were in a relationship. I denied his supposition but deep down, I knew he was right. Not that we've ever been intimate but we've been tempted. Arriving home, Steve said we were invited for dinner at Vinny's. He forgot to mention it at breakfast. Maria's mother was visiting from Mexico. In addition to those plans, we had to pick up Gwen and take her to Robert Senior's. Gwen's luxury car was in the repair shop. Driving through the gated entrance, the security guard knew my husband. Maybe Vinny's right. The other woman slid into the backseat and the temperature in the car plummeted ten degrees. Conversation was a bit tense. Just before we dropped Gwen off at her destination, she boldly handed me a very expensive business card. The two of them colluded. Monday morning, I have an appointment with a shrink for my supposed mental disorders attributed to my heart attack. The evening got worse. When I greeted Vinny's mother-in-law who was lighting the candelabras on the dining room table, the woman went into a screaming frenzy. I'm a doppelganger of her dead sister, Rosa. Here's the scary part - in my dream, the name on the nun's prayer book is Rosa. Evidently, Rosa has unfinished business and I'm part of it.