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Welcome To St. Isidore and the St. Isidore Collection

Welcome to St. Isidore and The St. Isidore Collection
The people of St. Isidore lie to each other, cheat on each other, kidnap each other, murder each other and of course they have sex — wild BDSM sex — with each other, in this collection of cold, dark, and sometimes humorous, realistic fiction.
Our cast of leading characters:
Anne: An inventor, entrepreneur, and dominatrix who has survived abuse and neglect. Anne raised a family, dumped a husband and found a boyfriend who she is making perfect.
Adam: A Baby Boomer who had always wanted to be a cop but settled for being the owner of St. Isidore’s only book store, The Reading Room. More importantly, Adam is the Yin to Anne’s Yang.
Tim:  Like Anne and Adam, he is a Baby Boomer, but he is also extremely twisted. Tim is a sex-crazed, lonely heart, high-school biology teacher surrounded by teenage girls. It is even better than the wild world of sex he found on the Internet.
Cheryl: Tim’s first and last real girlfriend, she could have warned St. Isidore about what he was doing, if only she had survived.
And, we have our cast of supporting players:
Paul:  Tim’s best friend, until the end, he helps Tim dump Cheryl and warns him about Janice.
Janice: This is the girl who Tim thinks will be perfect for him. He is sure she won’t mess it up. Guess what?
Lumpy Doolan: He is St. Isidore’s police chief. He knows something evil is going on in Anne’s house. He can smell the sex.
Bradford Glasscock: The gay son of the only undertaker in St. Isidore, Bradford has his problems. After all, he grew up sleeping in a house filled with dead and grieving people. And then there is the gay thing, too.
Cathy, Tom, Phil, Janice, and Mary Ann: These four St. Isidorians have been lying to each other and themselves since high school. You are not going to believe (and they never would either) where this is going to take them.
St. Isidore is a character in itself in all of the books in the Collection series. It is a sad little town that is as dysfunctional as the people who live in it. 

Welcome to St. Isidore!

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She Deserved Better: A Shocking True Crime Story of a Craigslist Killer

She needed money. He wanted sex. Craigslist brought them together. This is a shocking true crime story you'll never forget.
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You'll Thank Me For This Later, Mama, In Heaven

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Charles Trumble, 59, is lying on the floor next to the bloody body of his dead mother when Portage, Indiana police come crashing through the front door of the 91-year-old woman's home. 

Next to the woman's body is a short-handled sledgehammer.

The woman's head had been smashed in with that sledgehammer. Dixie Trumble's head is resting on a small towel that's soaked with red blood.

Charles did it, there's no question about it. You see, Charles called 911 himself, February 23, to report that he'd swung a sledgehammer down on his mama, killing her dead. 

And to make sure there were no misunderstandings, Charles waives his rights. He tells police he killed her because Dixie was a "distinguished woman." He didn't want his mother to learn about his other" awful" crimes.

"I am about to be in trouble for some really bad stuff, and I killed her so she wouldn't be exposed to it," Charles says.




A thirteen-year-old girl is kidnapped, ripped from the arms of her murdered mother by a man who fantasized about someday abducting a girl, any girl, and making her his own.
Living under a bed for most of her eighty-eight days of captivity, the girl never gives up hope. 

Then one day, left alone, she seizes her opportunity and runs to freedom.

Can her life ever be the same again?

 88 Days: The Abduction of Jayme Closs is the most compelling, shocking true crime story you’ve ever read.

Previously published as part of a short story collection titled Kalamazoo’s Suitcase Killer, author Rod Kackley has republished this amazing true crime story as its own book and packed it with new information.


88 Days: The Abduction of Jayme Closs is more than a shocking true crime story; it’s a thrilling story of survival, justice, and above all, hope; and it's available wherever you buy books including Amazon/Kindle.

Sometimes Things Break: Meet the Neighbors

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Chapter 49
"Meet The Neighbors"

They didn’t land with a thud, but it wasn’t a graceful landing, either. Cheryl, Buck, Lumpy, and Anne, found themselves in a dumpster behind a bar on Maple Lane in downtown St. Isidore.
Teenagers in a Dodge pulled up alongside and started throwing empty beer cans into the giant, green waste container. Buck lifted his head up when he heard one of this favorite old rock tunes, an Allman Brothers song, Ramblin’ Man coming from the car.
Cheryl dragged him back down just in time to avoid one of the PBR cans headed their way.“Hey!” hollered Lumpy, “I’ll have you little shitheads behind bars so fast, your puckered assholes won’t open up for a week.”
Ignoring Lumpy’s threat, along with Anne’s that followed at a much higher and more obscene pitch, the youngsters sped off, leaving a cloud of blue smoke from their hot tires and oil.
“Relax, you two,” Cheryl said. “They can’t see us or hear us. Not until we want them to. Don’t forget; you’re under my protection. Invisibility is part of the deal."
Buck didn’t have a hard time following Cheryl and believing her. But, Lumpy and Anne looked at each other with raised eyebrows. “I see you,” whispered Anne. “And I see you,” said Lumpy.
Cheryl didn’t respond. It was tough enough teaching her fellow spirits the ins-and-outs of time travel. She didn’t even know where to start with two members of the Living.They’d just have to get used to it.
"What was up with that car,” asked Buck, finally. “Did we land in the middle of  a classic car show?”
Cheryl sighed and rubbed his back while Anne helped Lumpy clean himself off. Coffee grounds are a bitch to get out of a police chief’s uniform.
“I’d forgotten that you’re really still a rookie when it comes to this time travel stuff,” Cheryl said to Buck with a little more tenderness than she’d intended.
“Those kids were not driving a classic car. It wasn’t new. I’m betting it was a few years old, probably a 1965 or ’66 Dodge Coronet.”
That went down easy with Buck. There was little that Cheryl told him that he would doubt. Not with everything they'd been through.
But, Lumpy didn't want to believe what he was thinking.
“Where are we?” Anne asked. She was much more open to the idea of time travel. In her younger days, when she was a little more open to possibilities offered by other dimensions, she’d done her share of astral projection.
So traveling through time wasn’t such a big jump from her experiences.
Cheryl took a breath and started to reply.
St. Isidore’s top cop — at least in the twenty-first-century — interrupted her.“This is October 1974,” said Lumpy in a voice filled with wonder, amazement, and utter disbelief. ”I know exactly where we are.”
He nodded while gazing into the parking lot surrounding the dumpster.
Two Cadillacs were pulling into spots by the door. A St. Isidore police car, one of the old Crown Vics, followed behind. Except just like with the 1965 Dodge earlier, none of these cars looked like old vehicles. In fact, the Caddies looked brand new.“We’re sitting in a  dumpster behind the Club Chevelle on Maple,” whispered Lumpy. "And, it's October, 19-fricking-74."
“You’ve been here?” Buck asked.
After waiting for car doors to open, Lumpy looked at Buck, pointed and said quietly, “I am here.”
Everyone’s eyes followed Lumpy’s finger to the police car. Getting out of the driver’s side was a young officer, about 6-foot, 3-inches tall, trim, slim and muscular. Looked like he’d done some competitive swimming in high school.
Emerging from the passenger side was another officer. He was a little bit short than his buddy and much more muscular. This guy had played some football in high school. A linebacker on defense, maybe a tight end on the other side of the ball. Nobody would want to mess around with him. Even though he looked to be in his early twenties, this cop strode to the back door of the Club Chevelle with the walk of a man who knows how to handle himself and anyone who crossed his path.
“That’s me,” said Lumpy. To describe him as astonished would be an insult to the word. Lumpy was astounded. 
The doors of the Cadillacs opened. Four men, all in dark suits and thin ties, emerged. “Men in black?” asked Anne with a smile.
“No,” said Lumpy displaying his usual lack of humor. He shot a look at Anne. “The movie. I get it. Hahaha.
“Who those guys are, are the most important men in St. Isidore, that’s who they are,” Lumpy said with a nod in their direction noting his respect for their high ranking in the city’s society. “Dan Van Howe, David Stieger, Marty Rosen, and Allan Morehead,” said Lumpy. “Ladies and gentleman, you are looking at the Neighborhood Association. “These are the guys who make all the decisions.
“And they’ve called me and John Sheldon — Tim’s brother — to a meeting. If I remember right, the shit is about to hit the fan.”
Buck, nerd that he was, was surprised and more than a little disbelieving. 
“I didn’t think you could go back in time and occupy the same space as your past self,” said Buck. “And what about the fact that someone has to be displaced for everyone who lands in another time.”
“Okay,” said Cheryl. Time for a time-travel lesson. “To begin with, we are not traveling as human beings. We are here as spirits. You and I ‘borrowed’ a couple of bodies, true enough. Lumpy and Anne here have their own vessels to carry their spirits.
“But when I put us into the time-travel tunnel, I just moved our souls, our spirits. The bodies you’re seeing are just for the convenience of not rocking your worlds too much. You see them, but no one else does. So there’s nothing to displace.
“And, as for your past self meeting your future self, again, that’s where our spirit time travel saves us.”
Cheryl paused to let her thoughts sink into her traveling companions, and then said, “ Now, as for you Mister Chief of Police... Will you listen to me?”
She pulled on his shirt sleeve with one hand and pinched a chubby cheek with the other.“It’s critical that you don’t make the mistake of revealing future yourself to your past self,” Cheryl said. Her eyes displayed an urgency Buck hadn’t seen since she convinced him to throw some clothes on and leave Glasscock Funeral Home.
“What happens if he does?” asked Anne.
Cheryl looked at Anne, Buck, and finally Lumpy. She wanted to be sure she had their full attention.
“What happens?” Cheryl said. “I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.” Her intense, riveting gaze traveled from one companion to another to the last. “Just don’t fuck up. You do, and the world as we know it will be destroyed. I am sure of that. And I know it won’t be cinematic. 
“So, just don’t fuck up.”“You said,” replied Buck“Twice,” said Anne.“Lumpy?” said Cheryl
He looked down at her with a new resolve and confidence. It didn’t matter where they were, or what time zone, as far as Lumpy was concerned. There was a job to do, and he was going to do it.
“Follow me,” Lumpy said. “We’re going inside.”
“Inside?” questioned Anne.“That’s where we need to go, right now,” said Cheryl. She knew better than anyone except Lumpy, what came next. She could have told Cheryl and Buck what would happen, but it wouldn’t have made the same impression.
“And, no,” Lumpy said, throwing a glance Cheryl’s way. “I won’t fuck up.”
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There you have it, an excerpt from Sometimes Things Break:  A Paranormal Time Travel Thriller. I'll be posted more as time goes by (no pun intended. It just slipped out. Really) -Rod
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An angry, vengeful horde of evil spirits and demons have descended on St. Isidore, and it’s up to Cheryl — who’s been one of the Dead for decades — and Buck — a rookie on the Other Side — to put them back where they belong. It’s often said, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” 

However, this time, two teenagers playing with an Ouija board have broken something in the Suicide Forest, and it’s up to Cheryl and Buck to fix it.

Not only are they faced with saving the community of St. Isidore, but Cheryl and Buck also have the fate of the world in their hands. Will they be able to keep the Living from an apocalypse of unspeakable horror? 

Like all gripping, exciting, riveting, paranormal time travel thrillers Sometimes Things Break is based on a true story that hasn’t happened yet.”

Buy this book and buckle up. You’re about to go on a rocketing ride through time and join a battle against the evil that's escaped from the Suicide Forest. 

Your mission is one you’ll never forget! 

Sometimes Things Break: A Paranormal Time Travel Thriller. 

It's a book you won't be able to put down, a novel you’ll always remember.

Welcome to St. Isidore and the Suicide Forest!





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So Young, So In Love, So Dead: A Serial Killer Thriller

What happens when young love goes all wrong for a serial killer?

Tim has finally fallen in love with someone who loves him. He's sixteen-years-old, there's a condom burning a hole in his wallet, and he is ready for action. 

He's about to become St. Isidore's most infamous criminal, a serial killer who hangs his victims from the trees of what will become known as The Suicide Forest.

Cheryl is only fourteen. That's a problem for everyone but Tim and Cheryl. Her father Bob; he has a real problem with it. Bob's ready to kill or be killed to protect his little girl.

But Tim is sure loving Cheryl -- and he is confident she loves him too -- will be all they need. Just a couple of teenagers madly in love, getting out of the suburban wasteland of St. Isidore as fast as Tim's father's car can take them. If anything goes wrong, Tim can always call on his best friend, Paul, for help, right?

This dark, disturbing story is a prequel to A Wicked Plan: Book 1 From the St. Isidore Collection.

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Coffee Shoppe Killer: A Word From The Author, Rod Kackley

How close is The Coffee Shoppe Killer to the actual shocking true crime story?

It's very close.  As the description says, "this sh*t really happened." The story of a female business owner who killed her ex-husband, then her boyfriend, cut up their bodies and tossed them into the basement of her store is entirely accurate.

I did move the locale to my favorite town, St. Isidore, from where it really happened, Vienna. And rather than the ice cream parlor where the crime occurred, I decided to give the killer a coffee shop. Maybe because I love coffee, I don't know.

If you want to read the real story, pick up True Love, Too Late: A Shocking True Crime Story. The Coffee Shoppe Killer is based on that book.

What fascinated you about this story? Why write this book?

The woman at the center of the story is a successful business owner. But, she keeps picking the wrong guys, and of course, she chose the wrong way to get rid of them.
And the way she got rid of them was an astoundingly stupid way to dispose of dead bodies. But live and learn, right?

And why St. Isidore instead of Vienna?

Two reasons: First, I know St. Isidore and those who live there much better than I could ever know Vienna and its citizens.
Second, where better to put this story than in a town surrounded by the Suicide Forest, where the world goes to die, and the good guys don't always win.



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Coming Soon! Sometimes Things Break: A Paranormal Time Travel Thriller

I write a lot of Shocking True Crime Stories and crime fiction.

But that doesn't do it for me. Sometimes I need to create books that are good paranormal yarns.

Maybe there's a crime involved like there is in Wake The Dead: A Paranormal Mystery From the St. Isidore Collection.

However, there's also Wicked Justice: Book 3 From the St. Isidore Collection, an intense, bloody, and even violent paranormal story about a demon seeking revenge, and, while he's at it, a bride.

Hey! If you think it's easy being a demon, think again, and read Wicked Justice!

Soon, added to the paranormal side of the St. Isidore Collection will be, Sometimes Things Break: A Paranormal Time Travel Thriller.

I'm only a couple of chapters away from offering Sometimes Things Break to you.

It's the story of our favorite demon in the Suicide Forest, Tim Sheldon, who has figured out a way to escape the Forest and take over all of St. Isidore.

Remember Cheryl, Tim's first girlfriend and first kill? Well, she's assigned the task of stopping Tim and putting his army of demonic followers back where they belong, in the lowest depths of the Forest.

St. Isidore's only hope is Cheryl and a rookie spirit, Buck, whose wife, Megan is on the side of Evil. Does it ever get more twisted than in St. Isidore?

Warning for the faint of heart: The good guys don't always win in St. Isidore.

You won't want to miss Sometimes Things Break: A Paranormal Time Travel Thriller. Sign up for the free newsletter on my Amazon author page or my website, www.rodkackley.com.

And while you're waiting for Sometimes Things Break, why not pick up a copy of Wake the Dead and Wicked Revenge?

You'll find them wherever books are sold, including, of course, Amazon, and Rod Kackley's Crime Stories Bookstore.

Keep Reading It's Good For You!!

Rod


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Cult Killers: Dark Fiction Chapter One

Chapter One

“We have absolutely no reason to believe this was any kind of a cult or any kind of organized activity,” said St. Isidore Police Chief Barry “Lumpy” Doolan. “These are just three sad cases of teenage girls who decided to take their own lives. One slashed her wrists. Two hung themselves.” 
Two more questions and he’s outta here. I don’t need this. A radio reporter of all people, in my office. I didn’t know there were any of those left. How’d this one beat extinction? And here he is busting my balls over the worst case I have. What I ought to tell him is if I had a daughter, she would never get outside of our house until we solve this case. But that would shut down the town. I’d be like that cop in Jaws who closes the beaches.
I know there is a sex cult involved in this. Sadomasochism is what it is called. And I am about to bring it down. All I need is some evidence. Like if I could play the guitar and sing, I could be a rock star. If only…
Adam had done it. The baby boomer, whose life had fallen just short of his dreams, had pushed through all of the barricades he set up for himself and cleared all of the self-erected hurdles that he had been tripping over all of his life.  He had made it into Chief Doolan’s office. Adam did not have an appointment. He gave no warning. This was a total ambush. Complete profile in courage. 
“Do you have any idea if this latest missing girl, Alice Barnes, could be connected to the suicides of those girls you found in the woods?”
“We aren’t even sure if those cases are connected. This latest one, this girl named Janice, is older than any of the girls who have wound up in St. Isidore Forest,” Doolan said, sarcastically doing quote signs with his fingers in the air over the last three words of his sentence.
Doolan amazed even himself with his ability to lie with a straight face to the media, which in Swinging Izzy came down to one newspaper, The Chronicle, one radio station, WSIR, and a popcorn fart of a TV station. Lumpy almost believed his own crap.
Doolan treated Adam with a little more respect than he would give most reporters. After all, Adam was a member of the police department. A reserve deputy isn’t very high up on the organizational chart. But Adam was on the chart, so he deserved a little bit of respect. A little bit.
“Are you even sure this girl, Alice, is missing?” Adam said. “Couldn’t she have been kidnapped? Her car was found in the parking lot behind Fred’s, where she worked. Other employees saw her leave, but she never got home.”
“Adam, if there was anything else I could say, I would say it. Especially to you, you’re one of us.” Doolan almost choked on that. “There is nothing else I can tell you at this time.”
Adam wondered if the overstuffed chairs on his side of the Chief’s desk were purposely lower than Doolan’s chair. The way Adam was sinking into it made him look up at Doolan like a five-year-old would look up at his father. If he had any balls about him — brass, tin or copper — Adam would have stood up and faced the Chief across the desk man-to-man. Unfortunately, his courage meter showed there wasn’t much left in the tank.
Instead, Doolan stood up and walked around the desk toward Adam whose feet flew in the air as he pushed himself out of the chair.  Adam was off balance when he offered his right hand to the Chief, Doolan countered it with a not-so-kind pat and shove on the shoulder, sending Adam spinning toward the door.
“If you have any other questions, please pick up the phone and call,” said Doolan. “Don’t show up at my door like this again, okay?”
It was a question that did not require a response other than a nod of understanding and submission.So much for my ambush of Police Chief Barry “Lumpy” Doolan.
Adam was driving back to WSIR without even a nugget of new information and his pride barely intact. But at least he had done it. He walked into Doolan’s office without an appointment and started asking questions.
Adam was feeling pretty good about himself when he saw a girl, probably mid-twenties, pretty, really pretty, walking with a tall, middle-aged, white guy.
Adam had seen him before. But where? Damn!


Tim's a serial killer who's finally found the woman of his dreams. She doesn't want candy, diamonds or money. All she wants is murder. Tim can do that. What could possibly go wrong?
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