Each day, I'm going to post a page from my book. They will be consecutive. This way everyone has a chance to read my book online for free, since I wrote my book for everyone to enjoy.
Think of my book as a cross between the TV shows, The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. It also contains murder and mystery, similar to Elementary.
If you enjoy supernatural, mystery, and murder, then you should enjoy my book.
If anyone has comments on how to make my book even better, then please post away. Nothing is perfect and there's always room for improvement. I wrote for you, the readers, so let me hear your thoughts.
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That evening the house had been quiet.
Diane had been in the kitchen at the back of the house with her
husband, washing and drying dishes after a late dinner. Without warning,
all hell broke loose around them. A cold wind had blown into the house,
lifting the hanging pots and pans and throwing them through the kitchen
window. The doors of their new cabinets had been ripped off their
hinges and crushed to pieces against the kitchen’s walls.
To Diane, it felt like a tornado had entered their house and was
destroying it from within. They’d watched as their white shutters flew
off the windows to shatter to pieces across the back patio.
Then the house had turned quiet—too quiet. Afraid that this meant
something very bad for them, she’d prayed that she wasn’t right, but
unfortunately, she had been. As cries filled the house, her heart had
jolted in fear. The sounds were coming from the rooms above, from where
her children were sleeping. Tim was tucked into his crib and Serena was
sound asleep in her bed in the adjacent bedroom. They were innocent and
alone upstairs with whatever or whoever was after them.
They were racing down the staircase, carrying their children, eager to
reach the front door. Diane stopped dead in her tracks. A dark red
substance was oozing into the house from under the door, creeping across
the floor, devouring everything in its wake. They watched as the huge
circular rug and the large hall table disappeared into its thick slime.
Extending its reach farther out, it made its way toward them.
Diane detected a high-pitched keening cry coming from within the slime.
She backed herself into a corner. “It’s going to swallow us!”
“Run out the back!” John shouted above the children’s frightened
sobbing. He pushed her ahead of him. “Don’t think! Just make sure you
get out of this house and down the stairs to the beach. Or else you
might be living here forever!”
They
climbed through the destroyed kitchen, through detached pieces of
ceiling, through broken pieces of cabinets and sharp shards from
shattered dishes.
Once outside, they
were struck by flying debris. The patio was engulfed in a strong wind,
which lifted the furniture high into the air. The white wicker pieces
crashed against each other, the broken pieces falling into the empty
pool.
The pool had been filled already
twice that season. The house had a mind of its own: it wanted the pool
empty of water and her family gone; and it was making sure that it
remained that way.
The red liquid was
creeping out beneath the kitchen door, inching its way toward them. She
screamed above the sound of the howling wind. “It’s getting closer! It’s
followed us outside! WE ARE ALL DEAD!”
“We must escape now! Don’t look back! Just run!”
She gazed down the steep staircase to the rocky shore below, to the
jagged rocks that were being beaten by the raging waves of the ocean. In
her heart, she knew that their fate was not going to be much better.
The sky rumbled, turning a deep black color, filled with dark pulsing
clouds. Fluorescent streaks of lightning flashed across the darkening
sky, followed by loud claps of thunder. The house shook all the way down
to its foundation. Windows exploded; pieces of roof lifted off in the
wind; bricks crumbled to the ground.
The
red liquid continued in its arduous path across the patio: flowing over
fallen debris, never slowing its pace, following close on the heels of
the fleeing family. The slime lifted itself up and wrapped its bloody
red tentacles around the horror-stricken family members. Trapped in its
tight grasp, they watched in silence as the thrashing wind destroyed
everything around them. Unable to move, they waited for the house to
decide upon their final destiny.
A
whirling mass of air rose from deep within the pool, drawing everything
toward it like a giant magnet. Patio furniture, bushes, trees…and even
the small family were pulled into the swirling vortex.
Everything was dragged down deep into the bowels of the house, where there was nothing—only absolute and complete darkness.
Once the intruders were taken care of, the house quieted down and the
liquid retreated. The house returned to its sullen and gloomy
appearance. No sounds or voices were heard again.
End House remained empty until the party five years later that awoke the house to the possibility of new victims.
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