The Witch Rose had been exchanging the life energy of children under six for added years onto the lives of those who fed it.

With the help of my departed son reaching out from the beyond, I had put a stop to that exchange to protect the daughter Junior never got to see.

Now three groups from here and there around the world were searching for it. They wanted to bring the Witch Rose back to full strength and reignite its ageless evil.

I couldn’t allow that, so it was time for me to go back to the mountainside–but not alone, as female members of my family and a supernatural young lady named Salem, who had once been the guardian of the Witch Rose, forced me to accept their help.

And most hopefully for my success.

Another outreach from my son, who had died in Iraq but never forgotten his love of family even in death.