The South Will Rise Again (3 page)

After their rescue, Craig had set the basis of a nice friendship by offering his saviors a couple of ice creams at the local corner store. Next, they had swapped some stories and the tale of Kamp Koko had come out.

“
Russell Floyd owned the place,” Matt had told him while they were resting, bikes set aside, under the canopy of mangroves right in front of the heavy chain link warning trespassers of the seized property. “The guy was mad. He killed and ate kids. He liked to dress as a clown and torture his victims into a secret chamber he’d dug himself right under the camp.”

Storky Dave had nodded assertively, with a grim face; no jokes had come out of his thin mouth.

“
But the worst came after. People in the know say his ghost still haunts the place, and if you visit the camp after midnight, you can see it prowling around, moaning.”

“
That’s just bullshit. I don’t believe in ghosts.” Craig had scoffed.

“
We saw him,” had said Storky Dave, with a snort, and Matt had looked straight at him as he had just revealed a state secret.

“
C’mon, Matt, he must know!” Dave had exclaimed. “Last Halloween we snuck inside the camp and saw Floyd coming out of the ground. It scared the crap out of me!”

“
Did you really saw a ghost?” Craig had queried skeptically.

Matt had sipped some soda from his can, then had gazed toward the overgrown trail to the summer camp. “Actually, we did not really saw him, but a light coming from under one of the cabins.” His eyes had returned on Craig. “But Shane Robson; a guy I trust, said he saw him and was lucky to survive, ‘cause the ghost tried to kill him.”

“
Why, do you believe him?” Craig had retorted with a sarcastic smile.

“
He’s gone now,” had stated Dave with a sad face. “Nobody knows what happened to him. Cops say he’s been kidnapped or run away from his drink-too-much mother, but everyone here knows Russell Floyd took him a week after he dared to visit the camp after dark.”

Craig’s face had changed color, but still showed his defiance.

“
You still don’t believe us, don’t you?” Matt had broke in. “So why don’t you come with us next night of full moon? Cause that’s the time when the ghost appears.”

“
It should be cool,” had said Craig showing excessive boldness and a shrug.

Yet, inside a tiny voice was telling him he had just made a fatal mistake.

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Jeffrey Kosh (born October 28, 1968) is the pen name of an author living in Thailand. He had various art experiences, before discovering his love for writing fiction. His different careers have led him to travel extensively worldwide, causing a passion for photography, wildlife, history, and popular folklore. All these things have had a heavy influence on his writing. Extroverted in public, he is very private in his work, preferring complete isolation to ‘tune’ his mind to the ‘Great Tales Radio’. He believes that stories are already out there, waiting to be put on paper. Jeff currently lives in Thailand, with his wife and four cats, plus a lot of geckos.

With a unique voice and writing style, Jeffrey Kosh weaves a fascinating story in Feeding the Urge. Feeding the Urge is a thought provoking novel that leaves the reader pondering what is truly good and what is absolute evil. This is an Indy author to watch.

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