Michigan's Most Haunted Bridges - Adrian Train Trestle in Adrian #hauntedbridges





This bridge is known by locals as The Ghost Trestle near the intersection of Bailey Hwy and Gier Road.

One version of thelegend has it that a nearby farm caught fire. The wife herded her children out of the house while the husband went to the barn to let the animals out. The mother and children went to the tracks to try and flag down the train for help. But they tried to do this while on the tracks and the train couldn’t stop, the mother and children were killed on the tracks while the father was said to have perished in the flames as the fire spread to the barn.
The blog Michigan Macabre offers a more detailed version of the legend.



According to legend, a family of three moved into a modest little farmhouse just outside of town, located near a train trestle. There was a lot of farmland, which meant a lot of chances to live the American dream and be prosperous. There was a mother, father, and their infant son who they loved dearly. She would tend to the child as he would work out on the farm, breaking many a sweat from long days of difficult work.
As we all know, not all fairytales have happy endings, and this one is no exception. One night while the family was enjoying a meal, the beautiful red barn that stood just outside of their quaint little home caught fire, spitting hellish flames from the red painted wood into the vast night sky.  The father, in a panic, drops his dinner plate, and rushes out the door looking for anything that will help him calm the beastly blaze. He threw buckets of water, and did everything he possibly could in desperation to save his property. Sadly, the flames engulfed the barn and everything inside it, including the family’s beloved patriarch.
Amidst the fearsome inferno and the audible cries of death from her beloved, the wife grabs her infant child, and runs out to the trestle to flag down an oncoming train.  While in panic, she slipped onto the track, and struggled to regain her balance as the train quickly approached. The conductor blew the whistle repeatedly, attempting to alert the poor woman of her impending doom had she not gotten out of the way. Sadly, there was no time. The locomotive passed through, striking the woman and child, killing them instantly. As they lie dead on the track, the train crawled along, blew its whistle one last time, and disappeared into the night as if nothing had happened. 
Rumor has it you can sometimes catch a glimpse of the farmer wandering aimlessly looking for his wife and children. Or you might hear the anguished cries of the mother and her children. Paranormal investigators have caught orbs and shadow figures on film.


“We’ve heard screams, footsteps, seen shadow figures, orbs, heard growling and disembodied voices, and there are often lots of dead animals lying around and lots of black cats run out at us.”
But it’s the dead animals laying about that has Victoria thinking something much more negative lurks in the area of the “Ghost Trestle.”
“There are underground tunnels running underneath the trestle that I have not been in, but they seem very creepy as well. [The area] has an eerie vibe to it, unless a train passes which it then gets very, very crazy. As soon as the train passes you can feel the energy get really heavy.”
Another visitor to the tracks claimed to have seen a 70s era spirit which they detailed on MichiganHauntedHouses.com:

While visiting this bridge, I felt an INSANELY heavy feeling. It was so dark and intense, I couldn't even get close to it and had to stand about 20 feet away. I closed my eyes and heard screaming which was soon accompanied by a girl running along the train tracks. She had wavy dirty blonde hair, glasses, and a turtleneck. She seemed to be dressed in 70's attire. Her screams were just horrible. Every so often she would scream for help and I was just overcome with her feelings of terror. I wanted to see what she was running from, but I felt like it was a person. She didn't acknowledge I was there. I think she was just residual energy but her pure terror was like one I've never felt before. And the sheer dark and heaviness the bridge exuded was something I've only experienced when visiting places where people have been murdered and tortured. As we headed back to the car, my (very skeptical) friend saw 3 humanoid figures come out from the bushes and I saw a 4th watching from a few feet away. Granted, it was dark and we may have been seeing a post or part of a tree or something, but it was spooky nonetheless.

Strange things have been known to happen around the bridge. Cars stall and lights go out for no reason. Cameras and cell phones that had fully charged batteries would suddenly go dead. Some people believe this bridge is a portal to the other side.

This is a functioning stretch of railway so please stay off the tracks for your safety. Surrounding areas are private property.

Fenton Seminary - The Spookiest Place I Ever Visited #hauntedmichigan




Photo by Andrew Jameson CC Flickr


Before its demolition in 2015 the Fenton Seminary, which stood at 309 High St and State Road, was one of Fenton’s most haunted locations and definitely the one with spookiest aesthetic.

I first discovered this haunting beauty back in 1990.  My boyfriend at the time had grown up in the Fenton area and wanted to show me the spooky place all the kids were afraid of. They all heard rumors about how haunted the place was. The house was bought and sold numerous times but no one would stay in it very long.



We drove there one night and the visage of this hulking stone structure against the backdrop of darkness was utterly terrifying. I was so scared I wouldn’t even let him pull into the driveway.

I don’t spook easily and it is rare for me to have such intense feelings of fear, but when I do, I know to trust my gut. Even back then I knew that something was wrong and we shouldn’t even step foot on the property.

Even though the place terrified me I was fascinated by its history. I told my friend Jenny about it and she got her cousin who was in college studying architecture and design, to contact the real estate agent. He got the keys to the place so he could sketch it. She invited me to join her on the exploration.

So I returned during daylight hours to visit the spooky stone structure. We walked around the main levels and explored a bit. It was remarkably clean for a place that had been empty for years. I planned to explore the entire building but after a rocking chair started rocking by itself in one of the second-floor bedrooms and a door slammed on me in another room I decided to cut the exploration short. That was enough spooky for me. I didn’t get to see the basement or the sub-basement which Jenny said had a stream running through it. Later I saw some of the photos she took. There were so many orbs, weird lights, and strange blurry smudges in them none of them came out very clear.

Several years later another friend told me about his experiences in a haunted house in Fenton. Turns out it was the old seminary. He detailed a story about a group of teens that would sneak in and party in the place. They had a nice spot on one of the upper floors. One night he needed a place to crash and ended up in the old place all alone. He heard a strange and creaky squealing noise then a small door on the wall popped open. It was a dumbwaiter and something jumped out at him. He didn’t get a good look at it; he just took off running and flew down the stairs. Whatever it was had sharp claws that tore the back of his t-shirt to tatters. He showed me the shirt that he had kept as a reminder to never return to that cursed place. The shirt looked like Freddy Krueger had raked his razor-sharp glove across it.

Locations that used to be seminaries, asylums, hospitals, and nursing homes have tons of supernatural activity, probably from all the people that lived and died in the location. Even if nothing “bad” happened there, residual energy builds up. My theory is that a location where many people go out of this world creates a doorway. Like a hospital, where people die every day, a gateway opens and sometimes something might slip through that shouldn’t.



The building was originally built to be a Baptist seminary in 1868. It was a preparatory school for students attending Kalamazoo College. Later, around 1886, it was given to the Baptist Aid Society as a retirement home for ministers and their wives and was used as such until about 1938.


In 1899 a fire gutted the interior and destroyed the roof and the original two-story veranda with its balustrades and divided front steps. “The three-story stone structure was originally constructed in the Second Empire style, complete with a mansard roof, dormers, and rounded arch windows. During the building's reconstruction in 1900, the porch was altered to feature two stone piers, the front stairway was built as a single flight, and the third story was eliminated and replaced by a truncated hip roof. The new roof's details included a centrally placed stepped gable dormer flanked by fanciful metal dormers.”



For a short time in the 1940s, it was a learning center for kids. It was later used as an apartment building. In the 1950s the elderly filled the halls while it was a nursing home. Several times it was privately owned but residents never lasted very long. It had been mostly vacant since 1967.

In November 1982 it was added to the National Register of Historic Places. For years it was one of Fenton's most prominent 19th-century structures.



Penny Crane purchased the building in the mid-1990s with hopes of returning it to its original glory.

Soon after purchasing it in 1995, she opened the monstrous structure to the public as a haunted house. With every window and doorway closed off from the outside world, the interior was dark and shrouded in mystery.



I bet it was terrifying. The multi-story monster would be so easy to get lost in.

In an article from May 2013 in the Tri-City Times Crane said:  “I didn’t believe in any ghosts or spirits but I sure do now.”

Fenton city officials quickly closed the haunt’s doors and condemned it until the proper permits could be approved for renovation. Crane fought with the city for years to lift the condemned status so she could transform the monastery into a usable facility. For over twenty years she struggled to try to renovate the building. She even tried to walk away from it once but the ownership reverted back to her.

The hulking 10,000 square foot building would have been the perfect set for a horror movie. People would get spooked just looking at it. Dark, decrepit, and filled with dark corners and spooky shadows it was an entity all its own. The massive stone stairs lead to a chained off entrance while a tattered condemned sign hung from a ground-level door. A no trespassing sign hung on one of the windows. I’m sad I missed out on that.

In 2004 the building had a fire.

In November 2013 the building was severely damaged by storms. In 2014 it was damaged by more storms and a portion of the structure crumbled. Also in 2014, the city of Fenton took ownership for $20,000 of back taxes that were owed. In 2015, it was deemed a dangerous building by a structural engineer and was demolished in September of that year.

Bricks and other materials from the old seminary have been used to erect a monument that now stands in Section B of Oakwood Cemetery in Fenton.






The land the seminary once occupied is now an empty lot. My son suggested we pull into the driveway to take photos. I had the same reaction I did the first night I laid eyes on the building. Nope.

The land still emits that energy even though the structure is long gone.

I tried to take photos of the lot with my cell phone camera, first, my camera went to a black screen and wouldn't do anything. I closed out the camera, opened it back up and everything rippled across the screen. My daughter saw the weird ripple as it happened. We were spooked and noped through the intersection to reassess and turn around. She pulled out the big camera and snapped a few photos with it. 

It's just a grassy lot. Doesn't look spooky at all. 








Michigan's Most Haunted Bridges - Puttygut Bridge in China Township #hauntedbridges




One story about the bridge involves a truck driver who died when his truck washed away during a spring flood. Some versions claim he was drunk and on his way home from the bar and didn’t realize the bridge was flooded until it was too late, he drove right into the water and the truck washed away.

Urban legends claim that if you stop on the bridge and put you keys on top of the car the ghost of a man who was killed on the bridge will come to your vehicle. Another version says that you should roll down your window and put your keys on the top of the vehicle you'll hear a splash and see the dead driver. The best time to do this is rumored to be between 2-3 AM.

Sometimes the ghostly figure will simply walk across the bridge, other times he’ll crawl out of the Belle River below.

People swear they have seen both scenarios play out.



But what most people claim to see is a ghostly light. Michigan’s Otherside author Amberrose Hammond investigated in the summer of 2005 and she seen the light, along with most of her crew. All but one spotted a strange perfectly round light off in the distance moving around. One second it was there, then it was gone. They tried to find a source, then tried to recreate it to see if it could have been headlights but they had no explanation. 

A commenter on her post claims to have visited in 2010 a couple times. The first time she experienced a vision of something human shaped walking on the water followed by a glowing light in the distance. The next time she didn’t hear anything but heard splashing in the water.

The Puttygut Bridge is just west of the intersection of Puttygut and McKinley Roads about seven miles southwest of St. Clair.

Halloween in the Time of Corona - How to Keep Halloween Alive During a Pandemic #halloweeninthetimeofcorona #quarantineoween


"There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch." ~ Robert Brault

Halloween has a special kind of magic no other holiday has.

It teaches us that fear can be fun. The heart-pounding, spine-tingling, thrills and chills that spook us during the Halloween season get our blood pumping and act as memento mori- a reminder that death is ever-present and that we should live life to the fullest enjoying each moment while we can.

Halloween offers us just that as we trek into the darkness of night to go trick or treating as a child or to visit haunted houses as an adult. 

Halloween offers us a moment to indulge in the decadence of too many sweets or alcohol filled drinks. It is a time of dark enjoyment. Blood-curdling screams often dissolve into laughter as we realize the fear is just make-believe. Fear, fantasy, and revelry mingle making us feel more alive than ever.

Halloween is often a child’s first taste of the forbidden fruit. It is a night children get to stay up late and go out after dark knocking on doors asking strangers for candy…things that on any other day is expressly forbidden.

Halloween also offers children a true taste of the make-believe, of pretending to be anything they want to be through their Halloween costume. When else can we dress up in costumes, hide behind masks, and pretend to be something we aren't?  It is our first magical taste of the transformation power of costumes.

As we get older that magic stays with us and sometimes it's not about pretending to be something we aren't on Halloween but it's the ability to finally show who we really are. On Halloween, we can show our hidden selves, the scary, beautiful, sexy, powerful, goofy, silly, crazy self that we are afraid to show off any other day. On Halloween, we can be anything we want to be for that one day. And sometimes we decide to be our true selves.

That's why we can't let COVID kill Halloween. We've figured out how to make things work for almost everything- school, work, socializing virtually.

We can figure out creative ways to celebrate the spooky season.


Here Are Some Ways To Celebrate Safely



  • Many of us still have fingers crossed for a miracle that trick or treating can be saved but realistically we have to plan for alternatives. Depending on the status of the pandemic and current infection rate of your area in October, I think some places could safely set up trunk or treats with proper social distancing. People giving out candy should all practice proper social distancing while encouraging the trick or treaters to do the same. Set up guidelines to keep everyone at least 6 feet apart. Encourage all adults to wear masks. The pandemic kind, not the Halloween kind. Though you can combine the two by having fun Halloween themed pandemic masks. (I predict there will be many, many Plague Doctor masks this Halloween season)
  • Host digital Halloween parties with friends and family via Zoom, Skype, Google Meeting, or another online platform. Encourage everyone to dress up. Have costume contests. Host a wine and Halloween candy pairing or an Autumn themed beer tasting (think Pumpkin Spice Brews and Hard Ciders) event for adults.
  • Netflix usually adds Halloween favorites during the season, use NetflixParty.com, and host a Halloween movie watch party with friends. One of my family Halloween traditions is watching Hocus Pocus together. If it’s not a school night, we will watch it after trick or treating. If Halloween is on a weeknight we’ll usually watch it the weekend before. This year I think we might have an entire night dedicated to Hocus Pocus because the new Hocus Pocus board game released July 26.  Other family-friendly Halloween movies are the Disney Halloweentown movies, The Addams Family, the Goosebumps movies, Frankenweenie, A Nightmare Before Christmas, Para Norman, Corpse Bride, and Monster House.

  • Have a family pumpkin carving event. Every year my family has an annual pumpkin carving night. The guys are very competitive and creative, they'll break out the power tools and see who can create the craziest design. If carving isn’t an option for you pumpkins can be painted, covered in glitter, or accessorized with jewels and costume pieces. You can even use craft pumpkins in place of real ones. My book Pumpkins and Party Themes: 50 DIY Designs to Bring Your Halloween Extravaganza to Life features many no-carve options for decorating pumpkins. 

  • Create new family Halloween traditions- like ghosts stories and s'mores around a bonfire or fireplace.  No real fire option? Grab a fun indoor s'mores maker from Walmart.com, Bed, Bath, and Beyond,  or Amazon. Add a spooky Halloween twist to your s'mores by using Halloween Peeps in place of marshmallows and Halloween chocolates in place of regular Hershey bars. Want more Halloween S'mores ideas? Visit SpookyLittleHalloween.com

  • It’s in our best interest to wear masks during this pandemic, so why not make them fun? Get masks made with fun Halloween fabrics. Have a contest among friends and family, post pictures, and have people vote on their favorites. I purchased these fun Hocus Pocus themed masks on Facebook. Several online merchants have Sanderson Sisters masks. What a great way to complete your Hocus Pocus costumes while being safe during COVID.



  • Make your own Plague Doctor masks and decorate them with paint, glitter, jewels, feathers, scraps of fabric, or whatever other craft supplies you have around the house.  You can create them with papier-mâché, paper, cardboard, leather or fabric.
Full DIY on Makezine.com

  • I've heard that many people are planning to go all out with their outdoor Halloween decor this year. Take that to the next level by organizing a neighborhood Halloween House contest. A fun option for neighborhoods or small towns is a Halloween House contest. Our area does this for Christmas and the winner gets a sign in their yard and a prize pack full of goodies donated by local businesses. The whole family can help decorate the yard and house for the Halloween contest. Neighbors can vote online. Perhaps work with your local Chamber of Commerce or Homeowner’s Association to set up something official and encourage local businesses to donate a few prizes. This gives the family a Halloween project to work on together and the neighborhood something fun to do together while staying safely apart.
  • Support a good cause: The Halloween Fun Pack. Jason Rhodes, the founder of the Halloween Fun Pack Project, hopes to provide up to 1,000 free “fun packs” with candy, stickers, trading cards, activity pages, and more this October to children throughout the U.S. who may be unable to trick-or-treat due to COVID-19. “Most people at this time of the year normally are thinking about beaches and vacations, not jack-o-lanterns and skeletons,” said Rhodes. “To make this project a reality, however, likely will require months of fundraising, which is why it’s important to start now.” Rhodes is no stranger to starting Halloween planning early. For nine years, he organized Treat Street, a safe Halloween trick-or-treating event in Salisbury, MD, that required months of advance planning and a similar fundraising commitment to serve hundreds of children annually. Learn more and donate at https://www.halloweenfunpack.com/donate


  • Depending on your location and the level of restrictions your area is under in October you could have a series of micro-parties. Micro-parties are small gatherings consisting of 10 or fewer people. You could have a craft party with your crafty friends. Get the kids together for games, costumes, and pumpkin decorating. Have a small Halloween dinner party. Host a Halloween High Tea. These are all ideas that offer maximum fun for a small group of people. 

  • If we have to quarantine and stay safe at home, then we'll put everything into it and have Halloween fun safely. Quarantine-O-Ween Part 2. March 31 was Quarantine-O-Ween, a day to break the monotony of quarantine and give Halloween fanatics something fun to do in the time of corona, because the depression and fear was hitting hard, and Halloween lovers know first hand that a great fix for that is fear that we can control. That's why so many love the spooky life and horror movies. We control the fear. We won't let Halloween be canceled. Where there's a will there's a way and Halloween lovers worldwide will find a way to celebrate. It might not look like what we're used to, it might not be a physical party with all our friends, but Halloween will live. 







Michigan's Most Haunted Bridges- Old Stronach Bridge in Manistee #hauntedbridges



The name "Manistee" is thought to be an Ottawa word. It could be a derivation of ministigweyaa which means "river with islands at its mouth." Or it could be a version of an Ojibwa term that meant "spirit of the woods."

In 1830 the village of Manistee was one of about 15 Ottawa (Odawa) villages along the shore of Lake Michigan. Much of Manistee was designated as an Odawa Reservation from 1836-1848.

Stronach is a small town in Manistee County. It was originally settled as Paggeotville then renamed in 1841 when John & Adam Stronach built a sawmill on Manistee Lake and another on the Manistee River.

In 1849 the Native reservation on the land was dismantled and the land was given to white settlers.

On October 8, 1871, a fire swept through the town, decimating over half of the city.

Legend says that an entire family burned to death in a house near the Old Stronach Bridge: mom, dad, and two children.

People often see apparitions of people on the bridge including two children. They also hear splashes in the water and children laughing. The bridge and the water are thought to have been a happy playground of the children who were killed in the fire.



The Old Stronach Cemetery is small but scary cemetery right down the road from the bridge. 



Nearby on Maple Street in Manistee is the Ramsdell Theatre that is plagued with electrical disturbances that many attributes to ghosts, possibly to the ghost of Mr. Ramsdell himself who has been spotted roaming about the old theatre with an unknown ghostly gal.  The ghost of a little girl has been spotted in the basement.

A Stream of Darkness by Avery Kilpatrick #urbanfantasy


A Stream of Darkness
Crymsen Crescent
Book One
Avery Kilpatrick

Genre: Urban Fantasy, New Adult with a dash of romance
Publisher: Avery Kilpatrick
Date of Publication: July 31, 2020
ASIN: B08DQRLCNC
ISBN: 9798645700447
Word Count: 62,358


Cover Artist: Warren Design

Book Description:

A reformed killer, a dragon agent, and a lone shifter must work together to investigate four abductions…

I've always had a close relationship with death.

Six years ago, I was the Renegade, the Wolf of Eden, terrorizing the streets of a small town in Mississippi. Now, after a plea deal that saved my life, I work for the police as a consultant and unofficial cop.

Obsidian Moon, the Underworlder police agency, isn't doing anything about the disappearances of four college women. It falls to my shoulders while I'm stressing over my college assignments and the new transfer who thinks testing my control is a great pasttime.

Then there's him. The mystery shifter who danced with me at a club and reminds me of home.  And he seems to be more than just a random stranger who walked up to an ex-murderer and danced rather than fight.

But I have bigger concerns than two sexy men on my tail as a stream of darkness hangs over Paradise Grove.

The opening of a new series, A Stream of Darkness, will have you guessing at every turn and turning the pages to learn more.


Excerpt:

I sidestepped the ramming bull—well, technically, he was a werewolf—and watched with growing amusement as he slammed into the bar.
As one of the more prominent clubs on the Quad, Mirage was filled to the brim with writhing bodies hypnotized by the pulsing music that resounded from the DJ’s throne. The walls thrummed with the powerful beats and siren acoustics coaxed people into drowning themselves in alcohol. Flashing lights of gold and sapphire, of ruby and amethyst, of emerald and topaz, cast colorful shadows on the clubbers who watched the growing brawl in amusement and fear.
I cocked my head to the side and ebony-gray curls swayed to the left as mint eyes burned like a raging pyre as I watched him stumble to his feet. A Cheshire Cat smirk pulled my lips back over elongated canines that gleamed under the colorful neon lights. “Olé!”
The bar, a mix of black quartz and wood, won this round as it remained unharmed. The werewolf shook his head, the tightly braided red curls bouncing lightly against the left side of his skull. His jade eyes were glazed in confusion and there were flecks of pale yellow from the wolf peering through his gaze as his temper grew shorter. He held a hand to his side and attempted to take a deep breath only to hiss quietly. Though wolves, like most Underworlders, could heal themselves through either magic or blood, it took time to fix fractured bones. His linebacker build didn’t help matters either as he held out another hand to grip the bar to steady himself.
He snarled, a rumbling sound that probably caused him more pain than he let on. Our audience murmured as the less than sober patrons realized that the scar dominating my face wasn’t just any old scar from a run-in gone awry. Flowing from my left jaw to the bridge of my nose, the puckered, jagged scar was as much a moniker as a reminder of my “sin.”  
“Mind givin’ me another shot, Izzy?” I drawled, my gaze never once leaving the wolf in front of me as we circled each other.
Izzy was already working on my drink before the last word left my mouth. Her hands flashed after working for years as a bartender on the fast-paced Quad, and she wasn’t at all bothered by the brawl in front of her. “I should be cutting you off, Luce, but since alcohol doesn’t effect you—what the hell, right?”
Pink eyes remained amused as she watched the crowd around us groan while money exchanged hands. She had her long, straight platinum locks pulled into a ponytail as two square strips caressed the sides of her sharp cheeks. Placing the shot glass on the tabletop, she placed a fifty-dollar bill beside it with a good-natured grumble.
I chuckled, and the redheaded wolf took the momentary distraction as a chance to tackle me. Sidestepping him, I placed my hands on his back—barely a brush of my fingertips—and slammed my knee into his abdomen. The crunch of bone and the wheeze of air as a rib punctured his lung reached my ears, and my glittering eyes narrowed as he collapsed at my feet with a groan. Either he was truly a newbie with fighting a petite woman like me, or he was attacking with emotion rather than logical reasoning.
As my father would say, he was fighting for his pride and not for survival.
Heading to the bar to collect my shot, I tossed it back with a hearty sigh as the burn slid down my throat. Without me asking, Izzy refilled my glass, and I repeated the action before slamming the shot down on the bar as stumbling steps reached my ears over the roar of the music and drunken crowd. Sighing, I glanced over a narrow shoulder to see the wolf clutching his side as blood dripped from his bottom lip. He just would not accept defeat, no matter how much bigger a predator I was.
“Look, sourpuss,” I adjusted the fingerless gloves on my hands and rolled the sleeves of my leather jacket to my elbows. Pulling my thick, ebony curls behind me, I continued, “I’d hate to kill your pride in front of all these people, but I’ll gladly do it if you’re raring for a good ol’ fight.”

Glaring at me, he clenched his teeth at the calm indifference in my voice as I was not at all intimidated by his hulking form or the flecks of gold in his eyes. He towered over my five-two frame and I looked like a sixteen-year-old girl with a blunt mouth that got me into trouble, but I wasn’t joking around this time.


About the Author:

Avery Kilpatrick was born in Flowood, Mississippi, in April 1996. Raised in a small town in the Mississippi Delta, she has a fondness for nature and the cotton fields that create Southern snow pastures in the fall. After writing her first novel when she was thirteen, Avery decided to pursue her dream as an author at a young age.

An alumnus of Delta State University in Cleveland, Mississippi, Avery graduated with a Bachelor’s in English. She also worked on the student-run newspaper, The Delta Statement, during her four-year career at Delta State as copy-editor and Editor-in-Chief.

Avery currently lives in a ranch-style home in her hometown in Greenwood, Mississippi. The mother of three fur babies, Cinnamon the spoiled cat, Ginger the rambunctious old lady, and Remington a.k.a. Remi the service dog, Avery has enough fur from shedding animals to make a fourth pet. When Avery isn’t busy writing her next novel, she goes on walks with her mother and dogs, watches Outlander or Criminal Minds on Netflix, or can be found curled up on the couch with Cinnamon reading a good book.







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