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Steven E. Wedel

Steven E. Wedel was born in Stillwater, Okla. on April 8, 1966. He graduated from Enid High School (Oklahoma) in 1984 and took a real-life detour before entering college, finally earning a BA in journalism from the University of Central Oklahoma in 1999. A glutton for punishment, he's now working toward a master of liberal studies degree with a creative writing emphasis from the University of Oklahoma.

As a journalist, Wedel has won several awards and has worked as reporter, columnist, photographer and editor for several newspapers, including The Daily Oklahoman, and has been a corporate writer for a major energy company.




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When Dena Harris and her two daughters moved into the house in tiny Benevolence, Oklahoma, they didn?t realize they?d be sharing it with several ghosts, one of which has diabolical plans for Dena’s youngest daughter. As the ghosts grow stronger and Dena grows weaker, she soon finds herself trapped in the house, her worst fear about to be realized.
Herman Melville said it best when he proclaimed that every path eventually leads to the sea. For it is the sea that holds our most sacred and terrifying fears, yet it also holds a glorious mysticism over us as a race, an attraction so strong that most of us flock to beaches, river banks, creeks, and lakes at every opportunity to stare out into the vast blueness and wonder: what's out there?

Take my hand, Dear Reader, and swim with me through this journey of sixteen tales of watery terror. As we swim, if something reaches out of the darkness and gropes for your ankle, if something pulls you deeper into the depths of liquid madness, if your breath is stolen from you and you find yourself inhaling nothing but muddied water... do not fear, for it is just the ocean reclaiming what is already hers: your soul.