OUT OF THE BOWELS of the sleepy southern town of Tupelo, Mississippi, the birthplace of Elvis Presley, emerges a darkly-humorous true story of staged terror, occult ritual and mind control. The book reads like a Faulkneresque tall tale but is, unfortunately for the main character and those around him, all-too-true.    Author S.K. Bain finds himself caught up in the middle of something bigger and uglier than he can at first fathom. Yet, much to his dismay, he catches on rather quickly to what’s taking place around him—and near-simultaneously elsewhere across the county in places such as Boston, MA and West, TX—because he’s seen this sort of thing before. He wrote the book on it, literally, and he soon realizes just how much danger he and his family are in.    The year is 2013, the 50th anniversary of the JFK assassination, and Bain discovers that he is enmeshed in a year-long series of scripted events meticulously planned and brilliantly executed by some of the most ruthless, diabolically-creative, powerful psychopaths on the planet. As the story unfolds, it turns out that Bain has an idea who, specifically, might be behind his woes, and if he’s correct, it’s even less likely that he’s going to get out alive.   Investigative researcher and pseudonymous author Sherwood Kent attended the University of Mississippi in Oxford, former home of Nobel-Laureate William Faulkner and many other famous writers, including John Grisham. Due to concerns for his personal safety, the author does not make public appearances.  Kris Millegan is a publisher, writer and musician. After first working in 1999 with author/investigative reporter Daniel Hopsicker in producing, Barry and the 'boys': The CIA, the Mob and America's Secret History , Kris started TrineDay in 2000 as a vehicle to get suppressed books wider circulation. With no shortage of spiked materials, TrineDay has grown to over 70 volumes in print, and has succeeded in achieving a wider distribution for suppressed works. The current catalogue can be viewed at trineday.com. Kris edited and is an author of Fleshing Out Skull and Bones: Investigations into America's Most Powerful Secret Society . He is a prolific songwriter with two songs in National Lampoon's Last Resort . Kris lives in Walterville, Oregon Most Dangerous A True Story By Sherwood Kent Trine Day LLC Copyright © 2015 Sherwood Kent All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-63424-040-6 CHAPTER 1 Hitting Home September 30, 2013: Blue Mountain, Mississippi 11:10 p.m. – William's mother, Amy, kneels on the concrete floor of the garage, cradling her 16-year-old son's head and broad shoulders in her arms as his taught torso stretches out in front of her. He is having a grand mal seizure, his first, and as his 220-pound frame jerks violently and he gasps desperately for air, his father, Kent, can only watch in horror. Amy works in mental health and has seen patients having grand mal seizures; Kent had never seen one in real life, and, even if he had, it wouldn't have prepared him for the sight of his only son writhing helplessly on the ground. "Can we get him in the car?" Kent implored his ex-wife, knowing that it might take an ambulance some time to reach them in their small, rural northeast Mississippi community. The seizure hadn't begun as a full-blown grand mal, and they'd been trying to get William to the car when he'd gone completely rigid and began convulsing. "No," answered Amy in a reassuringly calm voice, "call 911." "Are you sure?" Kent replied with growing desperation. At that moment, William, who had been struggling for air, suddenly ceased breathing altogether. My God, Kent thought, was he watching his son die? After what seemed like minutes, Will jerked and drew one short breath, then another. He began gasping in air, slowly relaxed and started breathing again — not normally, but at least he was breathing. Kent ran into the house and dialed 911. As he paced anxiously back and forth at the end of their street waiting for the ambulance, he could only wonder what had just happened. Resting in his mother's arms, Will was breathing, but completely motionless and unresponsive. When the paramedics finally arrived, Will was somewhat alert, but had an alarmingly uncomprehending stare in his eyes and resisted the rescue workers as they attempted to take his vital signs and establish an I.V. He couldn't speak and reacted like a frightened animal. Having barely gotten over the specter of his son seemingly dying before his eyes only minutes earlier, Kent was now faced with the very real possibility that his son might have some type of brain damage due to lack of oxygen or the seizure itself. As the ambulance drove off with Amy sitting beside her son in the back, Kent hurried inside to grab the car keys. He made sure not to follow the ambulance too closely, and as he drove, the freshly imprinted image of his son taking what could have been his last breath replayed in a continuous loop in Kent's