Melissa George

Woman Rising is about finding authenticity through the power of our written voice. A voice that is raw and vulnerable. A voice which brings light to the secrets and desires that prefer to sit in the shadows. It's poetry that embraces and accepts our shame, our bodies, our traumas, our sexuality and every last bit of repression we may have in order to regain our sovereignty as the divine and beautiful women we all are meant to be. Here's to giving ourselves grace and love for each and every scar and open infected wound that we so tenderly mend.

It was the summer of 1960, and Matt Scott was twelve years old. Like any young boy, he spent his days fishing and plundering the woods with his best friend, Luke. Life was simple living on his Papa's Black Angus farm in Northern Georgia. Little did he know that a childhood innocence would be lost that summer when he and Luke came face to face with what they had considered a tall tale, the Wood Booger.

Sometimes, things are just too good to be true. A young couple could not believe their luck when they were gifted the home of their dreams. Little did they know, that something sinister was slowly gathering strength and about to make their beautiful home a living nightmare. Day by day, a dark force was growing. Would they be able to fight it, or would they flee the house that had once been so special? Don't miss this true story of heart, Love, home, and evil.

A retired couple set out for a hike at a state park not knowing that this simple hike was going to change their lives forever. The day started out normal enough, but soon they were both reeling from the fact that monsters really do exist. And they are a lot closer to you than you could ever imagine. Find out what happens to John and Susan after they discover the unimaginable in this true story of Sasquatch Travels.

Is a Ouija Board just a game? Is it a simple piece of wood? Or is it something much darker? Find out as sixteen-year-old Aspen gets pulled in by the powers of the board. Is she merely addicted to playing or is she a pawn in a much darker game? You don't want to miss this gut-wrenching true story of when Ouija boards don't play fair.

Logan and Kim Braxton lived a quiet life in the country. Both being nature lovers, things like Bigfoot had never crossed their minds. Not until the night they were stalked by one on their own property.

Ron was an avid hunter and a die-hard skeptic. So when he was given the opportunity to purchase some private land that had been posted for thirty years he was thrilled. This just had to be a wildlife haven. It didn't take him long to find out that the land was teeming with wildlife and many more things that he couldn't explain. Ron's world begins to slowly unravel as he comes to realize that things aren't always what they seem. Don't miss Ron's true encounter with the unexplained

23 Stories of True Bigfoot Encounters, told exclusively by Females. Frightening nighttime encounter, Family camping trip turns dangerous, Rent a secluded cabin with Bigfoot, Bigfoot terrifies partying teenagers, Buy a house with a Bigfoot attached, Turkey hunting reveals more than Turkeys.And much more You don't want to miss any of these frightening encounters

My name is Tami, and I'm forty-two years old. I was born and raised as an only child in New York. My parents and I lived in a three bedroom house in a

A Native American tells her horrifying story of growing up around the Kecleh-Kudleh. It felt like my heart had just been ripped from my chest and I was horrified at the carnage that lay before me. I had never experienced such horror and my mind did a jump. I actually felt the small flutter inside my head, a small tickle like butterfly wings. It was my accepting that what my eyes were seeing was real. This was all actually happening. I was heaving from running so hard and now I was going to get sick. I turned away and got sick a few times, knowing I still had to get out of these woods. I passed my horse slowly, keeping my eyes diverted. Then I broke into a full run again. I was halfway home when I met my dad coming up the trail on Thunder. Dad had his shotgun over one shoulder and his bow over the other. He reaches down with one hand and in a single, swift movement pulled me up behind him. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and began to sob into his back as he turned the horse and urged him into a run back down the trail.