Excerpt from WAR ZONE (Real Illusions 4- The Final Episode)

A cold chill was in the air that time of night. The little, yellow cottage at the cul-de-sac, snuggled against clusters of shrubs was dimly lit. Yet, the beam of the front light unabashedly exposed the surface of the porch with all its cracks and crevices.

A light in one of the back bedrooms went out and the six-foot gentle giant of a man slowly turned the knob and eased the door shut. “She’s fast asleep,” he whispered to his better half in the hallway who was dressed for bed and had an adoring smile on her face.

Stan Bergund was wearing his dark blue overalls. The scent of aftershave he used just minutes earlier pervaded the air. 

“I’m sorry you have to leave so late,” Jane said, sliding her arm around his waist.

Stan placed his huge arms around his wife’s curvy frame and looked into the piercing blue eyes of the woman at least a foot shorter than he was. “We need the money, sweetheart. I’m so glad they have me on call.”

“Is it a bad one?”

“A large water main broke downtown, so I reckon it’ll be good overtime. At least the extra money can pay a bill around here.” He sighed, then pecked her on the lips.

“It will get better, honey. We’ve had a snag, that’s all, with me losing my job.”

“I know.” He nodded and tried to force a smile. “A snag.”

She followed him to the front door. Stan grabbed his two-toned grey jacket from the coat rack and his black tam, then opened the door. “I’ll see you in a while,” he said.

Jane nodded.

“Stan…”

He stopped at the threshold and looked back at her.

“Please be careful. You know what’s been going on lately with all those…”

“I know,” he interjected. “I will. Lock the door behind me.”

Jane immediately heeded Stan’s instruction, then shifted the thin curtain to the side and watched as he jogged toward the small, white pick-up truck. Fog gathered in front of the vehicle after Stan switched on the engine. Jane could see him speaking into the mobile phone as he reversed, then he drove off around the cul-de-sac towards the main road.     

Stan set the phone back onto the dashboard mount and switched on the radio. The air-conditioning in the truck was percolating although there was no need for it as the temperature outside was in the high sixties. But Stan was a big guy and he sweated easily. When most people were freezing cold, he was often dropping tiny pebbles of perspiration in his way. However, the jacket was staying on. He could never forget Grandma Joyce’s admonition to him and his brother Frank: “When it’s cold out, you must always keep the chest protected,” she’d say. “You don’t want to end up with a bad case of influenza.” Grandma Joyce was the only one Stan ever heard refer to the flu as ‘influenza’ when speaking casually. 

Giles was on Crisp 93.8fm as was his weeknight schedule. His deep, low voice was just right for the horror flicks, Stan always thought whenever he listened in. Giles spoke slowly—almost in a dragging voice—and made you want to look through the rear-view mirror to make sure no pasty, straggly-haired old lady was peering at you from the back seat. Not good for the faint-at-heart to tune in to the Late Show with Giles while on the move. Definitely, not a good thing.

“It’s midnight in the land of the lonely and the free. Do you know where your kids are?” A smile cracked Giles’ milk-chocolate face as he methodically licked his dry, chapped lips. “If you can’t say, ‘They’re in bed,’ then you’d better get up off your rusty rumps and go on the hunt for those wandering brats. You don’t want the slasher to get them now, do you?”

A sinister, drawn-out grin ensued that made the very hair on Stan’s arms rise at attention. Giles seemed to take immense delight in taunting his unseen listeners.

“Jackass!” Stan muttered before changing the channel. “That guy’s gotta be into some dark, creepy stuff on the sly.”

An old Diana Ross song was playing. Stan bobbed his head and started tapping the steering wheel lightly as he drove further along the thoroughfare. The streets appeared especially dark after he had been driving for a few minutes, almost pitch black, in fact. Lampposts’ beams seemed to be struggling to serve their only purpose, which made Stan reach forward to switch on the bright lights, feeling they couldn’t be a bother to anyone anyway since the streets were, for the most part, empty.

The night draft caused huge circular balls to form in front of the headlights, then dissipated more like scattered mist that traveled along with the truck. Stan arrived at an intersection and slowed to a halt at the stop light. His truck was the only vehicle on the road right then. He glanced at the car clock. It was 12:13am. His work site was just another block away.

Suddenly, he heard the loud screeching of car tires, then a dark-colored truck similar in size to an F150 pulled up beside him in the other lane. The windows were all rolled up; the interior concealed by dark tints.

Stan’s bobbing and tapping from the music had long stopped and he now focused his attention on the eerie stillness of the area and the tenebrous sensation he was feeling from the vehicle sitting next to his. He glanced up at the street-light.

“Why the hell is it taking so long?” he murmured.  He looked back at the truck. The ominous gut-feeling wasn’t shaken, but stubbornly remained.

“This is crazy,” Stan said, glancing back at the light still holding red. “Let me get outta here.”  Just as he switched pedals, the truck next to him suddenly sped off across the intersection. The light was still on red. Stan, looked both ways before driving away.

“Something’s gotta be wrong with that light. Guess I’m the idiot for sitting there so long when no cars were even on the bloody road!”

A couple of minutes later, Stan pulled up onto the already busy scene that Todd Vermont had aptly supervised shortly after making the call to him. The area was well lit by streetlamps and overhead spotlights, and Stan parked on the side adjacent to a newly constructed side-walk. Orange cones had been placed along the street covering approximately a mile and road signs started from several hundred yards up to approximately fifty feet at the scene of the water spill. Three additional white, pick-up trucks were parked nearby seemingly haphazardly and a large tractor assisted in blocking access to that part of the road. Angel Boot, “Rasta”, as they called him was busy on the backhoe digging out the trench near the main pipe. The machine’s lights were bright and glaring.

Todd met Stan as he was getting out of the truck. “Hey, boss. I turned off the main valve already so we can get started.”

“Good. Everyone’s here?” Stan asked him.

“Yep.”

The men walked over to where Angel was trenching. The top of the large pipe was already visible and four workers were standing around the area in question.

“Gentlemen…” Stan nodded.

They all hailed back.

Jake Roberts, a rather burly guy jumped into the part of the hole that had been cleared.

“Pass me the shovel!” he said to Burt, his long-time partner who had started out with him ten years prior, just after finishing high school.

Henry Lucas, a thin man in his early fifties, veteran at the corporation, but holding the same laborer post as the other three joined Jake in the hole. Burt handed him a shovel as well and he and Jake cleared out whatever remnants of dirt necessary to get to the pipe after the backhoe’s bucket had completed its reach.

A young man in his early twenties by the name of Aaron Rocha used his shovel to pull back the dirt from the edge of the trench that the other two guys had tossed up there.

Angel was now on the eastern side of the pipe. The backhoe’s stabilizer legs unmovable as the front of the machine tilted slightly off the ground while being competently maneuvered.

“Dig closer!” Todd hollered.

Jake threw his shovel back up. “I see the problem.” He smoothed off a rather small area of the pipe with his gloved hand. It was a ten inch split at the side of the pipe.

“Are you able to clamp it or do we need to cut?” Stan asked.

Jake took a good look before bothering to answer. “It doesn’t look like it has to cut,” he finally replied. He turned to Burt. “Pass me the clamp!”

Todd went to assist the guys as Stan oversaw the scene.

After a while, he heard an annoyed Todd say from the other side of the trench. “Man, y’all workin’ or y’all talkin’?” He was referring to Henry and Jake who suddenly found something hilarious about Aaron while in the middle of attempting to properly seal the split.

The laughter eventually tapered off and everyone was quiet until Henry suddenly hurled a sixty-pound curse word after accidentally hitting his knuckles against the inner trench wall.

“That’s what you get, old man!” Aaron laughed out loud. A cocky lad, he had absolutely no respect for the guy who spent thirty years as a laborer at the corporation because he couldn’t control his insatiable appetite for booze. “Maybe if you didn’t always have a hangover, it wouldn’t have happened.”

“You mother——! One day, I’ll plant these same knuckles up the side of your snotty little head!” Henry fired back.

“That’s enough!” Stan warned. “Aaron, keep your mouth shut.”

“Yes, sir,” the young man replied.

Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires caused Stan to turn around. He noticed a black truck with dark, tinted windows similar to the one he saw on the way there had just pulled up. He was shocked it got through in spite of the tractor blocking access and several other workers who were stationed alongside the road. For a few seconds, the truck just sat there with the engine running in the cool of the night. Stan was now convinced it was the same vehicle since the eerie feeling which blanketed him when it pulled up next to his truck at the traffic light had returned like a huge tidal wave.

Todd noticed the strange vehicle too and watched near the trench as Stan walked toward it. His co-workers paid no attention to what was happening outside of the trench.

Stan proceeded around to the driver’s side door as the truck sat there suspiciously still.  He tapped on the window, which moments later rolled down to only a few inches. Stan noticed that in spite of the glaring beams of light in the area, he could see nothing but darkness through the window gap inside the truck. The driver’s head was barely visible, but those eyes — almost a silver luminescent hue caught Stan by surprise.

“Um…” Stan felt the need to clear his throat. “Can I help you? This road is closed. How did you get through here?”

“Closed?” the man asked almost lazily.

“Yeah. Closed. Can I help you with something?” The man’s focus slowly shifted from Stan and instead straight ahead. Stan strangely felt the need to look in the same direction. That’s when he saw Burt being hurled through the air like a baseball, landing hard against the pavement at least fifty feet down. He was completely still. Stan’s eyes widened with shock.

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Review of ‘Cornelius’

I was pleasantly surprised several weeks back when the very talented and gifted Diane Morasco from Morasco Media and J. Fox Ink told me that she already had almost all of my books and was about to get busy reading them. Since then, she has read three of them and I, of course,  am very happy that she enjoyed them all.

Recently, her review of my latest release Haunted Cruise: The Shakedown was posted on Blogcritics and swept up by America’s Most Haunted. Yes! They, in turn, tweeted about it (their tweet is listed here to the right corner of this site).

Now, today, Diane’s review of my #1 best selling book Cornelius has gone live. I am humbled by what she has written in each instance.  You may find her review of Cornelius here 🙂 : http://blogcritics.org/book-review-cornelius-by-tanya-r-taylor/

 

Evil Lurks In The Most Unlikely Places…

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INFESTATION: A Small Town Nightmare (Part 2)

Their laughter abruptly ended when six police cars with blazing sirens and flashing red and blue lights zoomed past the Adams’ black Cadillac.

“Where on earth are they rushing to this time of night?” Marie gazed behind them.

Dave shook his head. “I wonder what it is this time.”

A trickle of rain splashed the windshield, then a sudden burst splattered onto the glass.

“Where did this come from?” Dave reached quickly for the wiper switch.

“Dad, we can barely see anything!” Amy said as her father slowed the car considerably.

They drove for another half a mile before noticing one of the street lights just ahead exploding after a large flash of lightning struck.

“Did you guys see that?” Amy asked.

“What on the lamp-pole could have possibly attracted that lightning?” Marie wondered. “Aren’t those things insulated?”

“I always thought so,” Dave said.

“There goes another one!” Marie cried as they watched a street light on their left erupt into pieces. Then another, just seconds later on the right. “Oh, my God… it’s what I saw; remember?” She was looking at Dave.

“Yeah, I remember,” Dave answered quietly. “The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up. It’s a good thing we’re almost home.”

“What dream?” Amy asked. “Mom, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Dave swiftly returned.

“Mom, what’re you not telling me?”

Marie looked at Dave who was finding it nearly impossible to see straight ahead although the wipers had been set at full speed.

“Amy, this is not the time,” Dave insisted. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? Let’s just focus on getting home safely.”

Amy sat back in the seat – arms folded. Her mother usually shared everything with her. Why was this time any different? She wondered.

The vehicle came to a complete halt. An unkempt man with medium-length, dirty-blonde hair was standing directly in front of it. He was staring wildly at them through the windshield as the heavy rain beat mercilessly upon him. Leaning forward a bit more, he rested both hands on the hood of the car; his intense glare eerily fixed as he and the savagery of the rain storm appeared to be one—like they were inherently connected.

Dave, Marie and Amy all gazed at what stood before them.

“Dave…” Marie nervously glanced at her husband, expecting him to do something.

Dave blew the car horn. “Get away from here!” he shouted, waving an arm. The wipers moved speedily as the stranger’s face flashed constantly before them.

The man’s focus was unbroken until a car’s blaring horn sounded behind the Cadillac. In an instant, he was gone and Dave wasted no time moving forward.

“How on earth did you see him?” Marie asked. “A few inches more and you would’ve surely hit him!”

“At the last minute, I thought I saw something in front of the car,” Dave explained. “Good thing, I didn’t keep going.”

“That guy’s a weirdo,” Amy said. “Why was he staring at us like that? He’s creepy.”

Marie sat quietly, wondering what to make of the encounter.

Minutes later, they were pulling into the garage of their home and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

“What do you make of that nut?” Dave was lying in bed with legs crossed and hands behind his head.

Marie had just slipped into a black nightie and was heading to bed. “Don’t know. Did you see the look on his face?” She asked, getting beneath the covers.

“Weird. For a moment there, I thought I might have to get outside in the pouring rain for that idiot.”

Marie reached over and switched off the lamp. Dave immediately put his arm around her.

Her back to him, Marie smiled. “I’m so lucky to have you as my husband, Dave Adams.” She stroked his hand gently.

“I’m the lucky one,” Dave answered softly. “But since I don’t really believe in luck, I guess fortunate is the better word. I’m really proud of you, honey.”

“For what?” Marie turned and faced him.

“Well, for starters…. you’ve worked hard and accomplished something that many people only dream of; you’ve survived an upbringing that was literally hell on earth and pulled through all right. What I admire most about you, Marie, is that you’re a kind, loving person with a heart of gold. How can I not be proud of you?”

Marie leaned in and kissed him; her hand now rested on his chest.

“Did you really think that no one would buy the book?” he asked.

“No.” Marie replied. “I just made up my mind that if someone was at least crazy enough to give it a shot, maybe it would help them in some way—at least that’s what I was hoping for. If it helped at least one person, that would’ve been good enough for me.”

“You see it’s definitely serving its purpose. Don’t you?”

Marie nodded. “But that’s strange; isn’t it?”

“What?”

“That I’m nobody special and people think that I did something worthwhile for them. I’d be the first to admit that other people out there deserve far more recognition for their work than I do.”

Dave laughed quietly. “You never were good at receiving compliments, Marie. So humble: That’s another thing I love about you.”

“We’ve come a long way. Haven’t we?” She smiled.

“We certainly have.” This time, Dave initiated the kiss and they were locked in each other’s embrace until passion drove them to the inimitable heights of ecstasy.

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This title may be purchased in separate episodes (1-3) or as The Complete Series.

Part 1                                                The Complete Series

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Just Nine Days Away!

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“Okay, I hope you’re happy now,” Deed said to the ghost that stood next to him. “I told him the whole deal; now do you mind just going away for a while and giving me some extra room to breathe?”

They were both standing in the doorway watching as Trent reversed out of the yard.

“He won’t listen,” Peter said solemnly.

“Well, that’s just too bad. Ain’t it?” Deed gave him an irritated look. “Not my problem, buddy. Remember… I’m just the messenger.”

He turned around only to find Peter directly in front of him. “He loves her too much,” Peter said, his eyes so dull and lifeless—the looks of which made Deed want to take a drink.

“So what does that have to do with me?” Deed probed. “What’re you saying anyway? He loves her too much. What? What?”

Peter’s gaze was piercing. “You must warn him,” he said before vanishing into thin air.

Deed shook his head. “That guy’s determined to be a needle in my butt. The more you do for these blasted ghosts the more they want from you! Hell with it!” He slammed the front door.

* * *

This just can’t be happening, Trent thought. That Deed Grumbley guy must be out of his mind! Yet, deep inside Trent knew better—the guy had spoken with such veracity that only a fool would choose to ignore what had stared him right in the face. As he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, the fact that Deed basically confirmed everything Tina had been telling him all the while weighed heavily on Trent. She was in a place he knew she didn’t belong and he had put her through so much emotional pain that he was certain she would never forgive him.

He picked up the single rose he had purchased at a stop light on his way there and walked into the building toward Palenski’s office.

“Come right in!” Palenski was standing at his desk. “When my secretary said you were here, I knew I couldn’t have you waiting as you’re a very busy man, Mister Matheson.”

Trent took a seat. He hadn’t recalled seeing Palenski that upbeat before and wondered if his partial consumption of the cup of coffee on his desk was responsible.

“Is that for me?” Palenski asked, eyeing the rose.

“I think not,” Trent replied, obviously in no mood for meaningless chatter and definitely not for jokes.

Palenski sat down. “Can I offer you some coffee or tea?”

“No thanks, Doc. I’m just here to see Tina and to find out how she’s progressing.”

“Well, the good news is that we might have pin-pointed the appropriate medication for her. She’s responding very well to it and after a little more observation, I would be able to revert to you. If she continues to do well, she will be back home with you and your baby in short order. However, the key is to ensure that she takes her medication precisely as prescribed because we don’t want any distressing episodes to arise as before. You know what I mean.”

“I do,” Trent affirmed.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you any longer than necessary, so I’ll walk with you to her room. We can chat on the way.”

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She Was Rejected By Her Own Family…

You never know who you are raising and you may be surprised what their purpose is in life.

INFESTATION: A Small Town Nightmare was #4 yesterday on HOT NEW RELEASES in the Inspirational Religious Fiction category (Amazon). For anyone who’s ever felt rejected or misunderstood–especially in your own family, this one’s for you. Also, for those interested in the paranormal & supernatural, you can’t miss this.

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Next in the ‘Real Illusions’ series… ‘BONE OF MY BONE’ – Now available to Pre-order

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The hooded, faceless figures were said to have astral projected — mere humans in their most powerful form. They will stop at nothing to get the child, their leader, and Matheson must face the unnerving consequence of his unwillingness to hand it over to them.

The foot soldiers are daunting, nonetheless, and tragic events that mimic a dark past begin to bathe the city. Would one child be worth all of the chaos — one telepathically gifted… unusual child?

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Real Illusions 1 & 2:

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Real Illusions II: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TWO38UY

HOLD ONTO YOUR SEATS!!!

HOLD ONTO YOUR SEATS!!!  ‘REBIRTH’ – the sequel to Real Illusions I: ‘The Awakening’ is going to BLOW YOU AWAY!!! Trent Matheson is not out of the woods yet — literally! He now has a new problem to deal with of very old origin. How will he handle it this time?

After baby Foster is born, his mother, Tina, is the only one that sees the hooded, faceless figures dressed in all-black robes surrounding the creepy mansion. She is all-out convinced that they want the baby. But why? Her fiancé, Trent, thinks that the love of his life has suddenly gone berserk and is ultimately forced to make a decision that would potentially devastate his family and leave his relationship with Tina hanging in the balance.

Later, he learns a sinister truth about his ancestry that utterly floors him and unveiled is a revelation involving his one and only son that will not adversely affect his own family… but the entire world.
*** BOOKS BY THIS AUTHOR HAVE MADE AMAZON KINDLE’S TOP 100 PAID BEST-SELLERS’ LIST IN SEVERAL CATEGORIES. ***

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