My new release MEET ME IN MAINE(Book One of The Blue Harbor Series) brings murder, mystery, and romance to a seaside town.
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It comes slowly In the dead of night, Walking on silent feet. It draws closer. You run faster. It gathers speed. You dash into a building, An empty school. It follows. It brings silence. You can feel its presence, Moving closer. It’s hurrying Along the deserted hallway. You check the doors. They are locked. You turn, Close your eyes, And stand firm. Darkness descends.
Dark shadows stalk me. I can’t escape them. One is following me right now From the party at End House. The party to end all parties. A deserted house filled with traps and revolving rooms. Just when I thought I was safe, I have one of them chasing me.
I can hear its footsteps behind me.
I can feel its hot breath on my neck.
I must keep running.
The wind flings leaves and dirt at my already battered face. I must not stop. I keep running. THE DEAD take no prisoners.
Black as night. Dark as death. The evil one has come For me this night. His eyes shine bright. He sees me and more. He walks the earth. At night he's the lore. I cannot run. I cannot hide. He knows my secrets. He knows where I hide. The roses are wilting. They crumple in despair. No colors to lighten their mood. Only black as they tear. He has no footsteps. He walks with the wind. His body whispers past me. His fingers brush my face. He has me in his arms. We take fight with the stars. The man in the moon winks. He takes delight in this game. I close my eyes in defeat. Wolf has won yet again. His cold lips crush mine As I yield to his touch.
It first comes slowly In the dead of night. Walking on silent feet. It draws closer. You run faster. It speeds up. You dash into a building. An empty school. It soon follows. It brings with it a silence. You can feel its presence. Coming closer. It’s now moving quickly. Down the deserted hallway. You check the doors. They are all locked. You turn. Close your eyes. And stand strong. Darkness descends.
Dark shadows have been stalking me every single night. As soon as the sun sets, dark shadows appear on the streets of Oasis. I can’t escape from them. Now I have one following me. It’s followed me from End House. I knew I shouldn’t have attended that party. The party from hell, where no one was there to greet us but deadly traps and revolving rooms. Just when I thought I was safe, and free from End House, I have one of them chasing me. What are they? Or shall I say, who are they? They are The Dead. And they’ve come for all of us. I can hear it behind me. Help me! THE DEAD take no prisoners.
THE NIGHTMARE Linda felt caught in a nightmare that she couldn’t escape from. It felt too real to be a nightmare but she couldn’t wake up.
She chose the Fun House.
She stepped into a room full of mirrors that made her multiple
reflections appear distorted and unreal. She couldn’t figure out why
she’d run into the Fun House if in every horror movie the victims were
always portrayed as being terrorized there. She hoped this wasn’t
another game of The Dead. She was determined to locate an exit, but
found only mirrors and more mirrors; they made her dizzy. Her distorted
reflections stared back at her—as if they were distinct entities, united
against her, instead of her own creations.
She ran until she crashed
head-first through a mirror, into a dark place with no beginning or end.
The whole experience felt unreal to her—as if she were lost in a
different dimension. Behind this mirror, she encountered a man with a
white mask and empty holes for eyes, laughing at her. When he touched
her arm, she realized that he was real and not just a reflection.
She fled from the laughing
man, going deeper and deeper into the dark unknown. She looked back and
noticed creatures following close behind her. Some were bats and some
were dark shadows, but all were reaching for her. She hoped that these
weren’t the same shadows from town that had been haunting her for weeks.
She hit something hard and
fell down. So maybe this place did have an end. She raced away with her
hands out, hoping to find the mirror that had caused her to enter this
dark hell. Ahead of her in the distance, she glimpsed a shiny surface.
As she got closer, she realized it was the mirror, patiently waiting for
her. I hope this wasn’t a trap.
She decided to step through the mirror and worry about the
consequences afterward. She had always been afraid of the dark. She
wondered how these creatures knew her fears—unless it wasn’t real, but
just a figment of her imagination. She stuck her hand out and found that
it flowed right through the glass. She followed her hand and crawled
through the mirror.
She found herself back in
the house by the sea. She was in the main hall, looking up at a long
flight of stairs. She raced up the stairs and ran through the deserted
rooms. The house was empty of any people or furnishings. All she could
hear were her heels clicking on the shiny wood floors.
Fearing that she was caught in an endless loop like
the one at End House, she hurried back down the stairs, all the way
down to the basement. Since the top two floors were empty, she decided
to try the basement—even though basements were also popular in horror
stories, which was exactly what she was in.
The basement was empty. The floor she was standing on
began to rotate around and around. She reached up to grab hold of
something to help her climb off the revolving circle, but there was
nothing: the walls were wet and slippery. As she tried to escape, she
found herself falling deeper and deeper into the dark hole. The only
thing she remembered before she lost consciousness was the sound of a man’s evil laughter as he chanted the words over and over, “It’s not over. I’ll be back.”
Linda found herself at a carnival. What is real or a nightmare?
Chapter 40
That night Linda found
herself caught in a nightmare that she couldn’t escape from, even when
she willed herself to open her eyes. She was afraid that it wasn’t a
nightmare, but a sinister game that had gone wrong. She didn’t know how she’d gotten herself into it or how she was ever going to get out.
The nightmare had begun
with Linda passing through the magical door at the diner—but it wasn’t
the diner anymore; it was a remote house that she’d never seen before.
The house was dark and dreary like End House, but it wasn’t End House.
She heard the sounds of
waves crashing against the house. She couldn’t believe that she was a
prisoner in another house by the ocean. She didn’t know where she was or
what day it was. She didn’t even remember how she’d gotten here. She
just remembered following the little girl through the door: she’d been
curious to see what was on the other side.
On the other side of the door, Linda found herself at the same
carnival that the little girl from the village had visited, except this
carnival was much louder and the people were leering at her, trying to
force her into their tents. The fat man was waving his pudgy arms at her
as he got closer and closer. A clown came at her with his balloons and
howled at her. A man began throwing his knives in her direction, but
luckily, kept missing. She ran away and ran behind the tents to the
colorful booths of the carnival.
She chose the Fun House.
She stepped into a room full of mirrors that made her multiple
reflections appear distorted and unreal. She couldn’t figure out why
she’d run into the Fun House if in every horror movie the victims were
always portrayed as being terrorized there. She hoped this wasn’t
another game of The Dead. She was determined to locate an exit, but
found only mirrors and more mirrors; they made her dizzy. Her distorted
reflections stared back at her—as if they were distinct entities, united
against her, instead of her own creations.
She ran until she crashed
head-first through a mirror, into a dark place with no beginning or end.
The whole experience felt unreal to her—as if she were lost in a
different dimension. Behind this mirror, she encountered a man with a
white mask and empty holes for eyes, laughing at her. When he touched
her arm, she realized that he was real and not just a reflection.
