Eight year-old Joey McDaniels had never seen a ghost, much less talked to one when a blue mist formed in front of her and began to take shape. Joey could see the outline of a woman's face. The woman floated toward her, stopped and extended her hand. In an icy voice she said, "I was murdered. Help me end this pain." Joey's breath came in rapid gasps as she pressed her back against the tree. Trembling uncontrollably, she wailed. "NOOOO " A serial killer...