I got three horses. It was called Angels Landing, a special place for a chosen few. A community of free spirits, but also, some would come to suspect, troubling secrets. She fell and hit her head and drowned. It started with a strange, sudden death. Then another. And another. He had been crushed under a vehicle while working on. It all ruled accidents. But were they . It doesnt smell right. For investigators, a journey into the supernatural. He would say that even though we couldnt see her, she was there. Who or what had a grip on this place . Amber was the Angel Of Death. She would come around when somebody was going to die. A Terrifying Tale Of Dark Power and diabolical prophesys. He predicted that my mom was going to die. You might as well be telling me to go live on the moon, because that just wasnt something that could happen. The thought of leaving was scarier than the thought of staying. I never once thought about leaving. I thought about killing myself, but i didnt think about
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the investigation would lead into the supernatural. he would say that even though we couldn táfá q), she was there. he would get this terrible grin. he just looked evil. who or what had a grip on this place? i snatch it out of his hands and said, where did you get that? could they uncover the truth before it was too late? he knew what was coming. he predicted my mom was going to die. you might as well be telling me to go live on the moon because that just wasn t something that could happen. the thought of leaving was scarier than the thought of staying. i never once thought about leaving. i thought about killing myself, but i didn t think about leaving. reporter: rolling out past the downtown grid, toward the wide-open flatlands north of wichita, kansas, it would be easy to zip by the small cluster of homes nestled between corn and wheat fields not notice them at all. maybe that was the point. but the nondescript compound did have a whimsical name,
what if they don t believe me? reporter: growing up near kansas city, missouri,i,he two sisters sara and emily had about as normal a life as any suburban girls in the midwest. my sister and i used to play together when we were younger. my m, it seemed like she was always home with us. and my dad was always there for dinner and things like that it seemed like. reporter: their dad built houses. mom, jennifer, a realtor, sold them. and the girls were close, despite a 7-year age gap. we would go fishing together. she would take me to the pool every day during the summer. things like that. so, i mean, we were close, but we fought like siblings. reporter: sara was 16. emily just 9 and a star student. i was a teacher s pet. and i was usually one of the top of my class. you were always prepared. yeah, i was a suck up. you said that. i didn t, emily. totally was. i didn t know it then. but i was. reporter: everything was easy sailing for the girls until their
to die. you might as well be telling me to go live on the moon because that j jt wasn t something that could happen. the thought of leaving was scarier than the thought of staying. i never once thought about leaving. i thought about killing myself, but i didn t think about leaving. reporter: rolling out past the downtown grid, toward the wide-open flatlands north of wichita, kansas, it would be easy to zip by the small cluster of homes nestled between corn and wheat fields not notice them at all. maybe that was the point. but the nondescript compound did have a whimsical name, angels landing, and it was home to a kind of large put-together family, commune really, including two sisters. we had a great relationship. i had d erything i wanted. reporter: but angels landing gnawed at a county detective. for years he could not shake the place, or the people who lived there, from his mind. you thought there was a criminal scheme goin on here? it didn t smell right.