Ghost Girl: The True Story of a Child in Desperate Peril – and a Teacher Who Saved Her by Torey Hayden

Author:Torey Hayden [Hayden, Torey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biography & Autobiography, Personal Memoirs, Self-Help, Personal Growth, General
ISBN: 9780007370825
Google: 2Im67vauwu4C
Publisher: HarperCollins UK
Published: 2012-07-09T14:00:00+00:00

"Some of what Jadie talks about fits what they say in this book. Some of it doesn't, admittedly, perhaps most especially the fact she's never mentioned Satan or a master or that sort of thing. This woman, this Miss Ellie, seems to be the leader of this group Jadie's involved with.

But a lot of what they say in this book . . . well, it could explain some of the gaps in Jadie's stories. Like, for example, they talk about how these groups often drug kids, legal drugs as well as illegal ones, and Jadie's always saying how Miss Ellie wakes them up at night and gives them Coke to drink. Maybe they're being drugged before they're taken to wherever it is, and that's why she never remembers how she gets there."

"So what do you think this means Tashee is?" Arkie asked. "You think Tashee is a real girl? This-'group'-has murdered a real six-year-old without anyone else ever knowing it? Without anyone ever reporting her missing? Without any evidence at all? Wouldn't there have been a birth register? Wouldn't she have been in school somewhere?"

"Well, in this book they talk about brood mares,' women who have babies specifically to be used as sacrifices . .

"We're not talking about a baby here, Torey. We're talking about a six-year-old girl. A first-grader. Someone old enough to have undoubtedly encountered doctors, teachers, and countless other outside adults. Old enough to be missed and yet not so old that she'd be classed a runaway. If these people were genuinely into human sacrifice, I would have thought a child of that age would be a particularly bad choice."

Arkie's expression was glazed with skepticism, her tone of voice vaguely patronizing, and I was quickly being overwhelmed by humiliation. How close I was treading to the lunatic fringe had always been something I was aware of. When reading the book on satanism that I'd bought at the occult bookstore, I had often found myself suspicious of the content. Certainly, it had an answer for everything, particularly substantiating the use of humans as sacrifice, saying that these were either offspring of the "brood mares" or fetuses from abortion clinics. Bodies were disposed of by sympathetic undertakers, who included them in freshly dug graves, and so on and so forth. In fact, I found myself unsettled by just how pat all the solutions were.

I think I would have been able to believe more easily if the authors of the book had occasionally said that they thought these things were going on, but they didn't know how the satanists kept getting away with it. Yet, in the privacy of my own thoughts, I was willing to give it all the benefit of the doubt, particularly in light of some of the things Jadie had talked about. On the other hand, hearing myself actually say this stuff aloud, I was only too aware of how ridiculous it sounded. The fear of being thought silly, or worse, unprofessional swamped me.

"I mean, not that I necessarily believe any of this," I added hastily.

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