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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Wandering Around In The Dark Is No Fun At All…

“I’m not quite sure what I was expecting when I downloaded this book. I thought it would be a little supernatural tale with a small romantic spin. Well, what I got was a sad but hauntingly beautiful tale of love lost and found, past and present. It was so well written and I cried like a baby in the end. I’ll definitely check out more work by this author, I’d like to see what other spooky stories she has to offer.” –  Verified Amazon customer

Excerpt from the Spine-tingling Tale ‘Cornelius’:

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Before stepping inside, Wade looked at her, “You mind letting up a bit? You’re squeezing my arm.”

“Oh sorry,” Mira replied nervously.

They walked inside together—eyes darting in all directions of the spacious interior. The white paint on the wall was chipped in several places and the dusty floor had been speckled with creature droppings and smudges of dirt and mud. There was no furniture in sight—just a large, empty space. Wade and Mira walked slowly ahead and entered a room that looked like an extension of the living room, only separated by an arched wall.

“Hello…” Wade called out again.

“Is anyone here?” Mira said behind him, voice breaking at the end.

They proceeded through the large front area then entered what looked like the kitchen. There was one row of cabinets still attached to the upper northern section of the wall with a few missing doors. Some doors were slanted due to rusty, broken hinges. There were three other sections of the wall where only the imprint of cabinets remained presenting a theory to the observer that they might have been cleanly extracted at some point by thieves.

“This place is a mess,” Mira uttered, still holding her brother’s arm.

“Yeah. You notice that just about every door around here is missing?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go upstairs,” Wade released Mira’s grip. “Follow me.”

“No way! You know I’m afraid of heights!” Mira whispered loudly.

“Just hold on to the rail. You’ll be fine,” Wade replied before heading up the long winding staircase.

Feeling that she would rather be with him than downstairs alone in the old, creepy house that resembled something from a horror flick, she took a deep breath in and decided to follow him. The ceiling of the house was extremely tall and as Mira carefully followed Wade up the stairs, she couldn’t help but wonder how the owners ever managed to change a light bulb up there whenever necessary. As they climbed the staircase, the wood beneath their feet creaked and Mira had no idea how she would ever get back down.

They made it to the second landing and refusing at that point to look down over the rail, Mira trailed closely behind Wade who had entered one of the bedrooms.

“Wow! This room is huge!” Wade remarked, hurrying over to a large window on the western side of the room. “Hee, hee!” He laughed looking down at the yard. “The second floor of this house must be at least a hundred feet from the ground!”

Mira quietly advanced toward the entrance of what looked like the walk-in closet. As she looked in, something immediately caught her eye. The floating image of a black woman was at the far end of the room. The apparition appeared relatively young with frazzled, black hair that hung tiredly just above her shoulders. Her face, rough and haggard, exuded a sadness that Mira could feel deep within her bones, and the thin, white dress the woman wore was drenched in what appeared to be blood around the mid-section where long trails of it had slid down to the end. Momentarily frozen by the sight of this woman, Mira’s mouth hung open, yet no voice escaped. The woman’s veiny eyes seemed to be begging, pleading… for something. Then her hand reached up toward Mira, re-enforcing what the little girl already felt was a cry for help. At that point, a blood-curdling scream escaped Mira’s lungs and she darted outside of the room—Wade running behind her.

With a fear of heights that paled in comparison to what she saw in that room, before Mira knew it, she was at the bottom of the staircase and out of the house.

“What’s wrong?” Wade called out to her in the yard. “Wait for me, Mira!”

She had run a good distance away from the house before even thinking of stopping.

“Tell me what’s wrong!” Wade insisted after catching up to her. “I never saw you run that fast in my life.”

“I know I shouldn’t have listened to you, Wade. You’re a jerk! We never should have come here,” Mira blasted, walking hurriedly.

“What did I do?” Wade was confused.

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now. I just wanna go home.”

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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.

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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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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.
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Book Review by Amazon TOP 500 REVIEWER Pennie Mae Cartawick. Author of the Sherlock Holmes book series

Book Review by Amazon TOP 500 REVIEWER Pennie Mae Cartawick. Author of the Sherlock Holmes book series

May 28, 2015
5.0 out of 5 stars ‘CORNELIUS‘. “A great read of paranormal suspense.”

Format: Kindle Edition
“This is the first time reading one of Tanya R. Taylor’s books and I have to admit, I wasn’t disappointed. She is not new to the publishing world as she takes it by storm with fiction and non fiction genres. Amongst them, she writes mysteries, paranormal romance, religious thrillers, and science fiction just to name a few.

“‘Cornelius’ is a gritty ‘edge of your seat’ tale of paranormal forces, so if chilling, suspenseful, and down right nail biting pleasure is your thing, (with a splash of romance) then this novel is the one for you.

“It has a little bit of every flavor thrown our way with a non-stop reading experience of unimaginable consequence to suit all ages. The author ‘Tanya’ certainly has a vivid imagination using splendid scenery to really take us into the depth of her mind as the danger of darkness seeps through the cracks from another world.
Extremely strong characterization that captures the essence of discovering ‘Cornelius’ and I highly recommend it. ‘

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CHAPTER ONE – REAL ILLUSIONS 2: REBIRTH

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Her blood-curdling scream filled the air, yet the woods behind the mansion was eerily quiet and paid no attention to her desperate cry for help. Tina Sheffield was staring at the thing that had just slid out of her — still attached to the other end of the umbilical cord. She wanted to get up and run out of there as fast as her legs could take her, but her physical connection to the one that shared her DNA prevented her from being able to do so. Furthermore, blood and a watery substance had settled beneath her and between them. She wished she had a pair of scissors, a knife or any sharp tool to cut the fleshy cord and separate herself forever from the newborn with the beaming, green eyes and grotesquely distorted face. She was hyper-ventilating and felt that she was about to lose all sense of consciousness when she heard a dangling of keys near the front door, then the door opening and shutting again.

“Tina, I’m home!” went the voice she was so relieved to hear.

“Trent!” She cried at the top of her lungs still staring at what lay in front of her. “Hurry! Please!”

Holding the plastic bag that contained the large bowl of vanilla ice-cream, Trent came upon a sight on his living room floor that absolutely shocked him.

“Oh my God! What in the world…” He quickly put the bag down and rushed over to Tina.

Tina was drenched in tears. “Get a scissors or a knife quickly, Trent! Cut the cord! Please cut this frigging cord!” She pleaded.

“Okay,” Trent was suddenly feeling nauseous; his mind racing and unearthly thoughts flooding his brain. He ran to the kitchen for a large knife and seconds later, was back.

“Cut it!” Tina demanded.

“Where?” He asked nervously.

“Here!”

Trent’s hand was shaking as he attempted to sever the umbilical cord. He looked away as the thing snapped cleanly in two. Tina backed away hurriedly, still on her buttocks as more liquid gushed from her body with the hasty movement.

“I’ll… I’ll get some towels,” Trent said, rushing upstairs.

Tina sat against the wall shaking violently as if on the verge of a melt-down. The baby had managed to get a thumb near its lips and was now lightly sucking it. Trent returned moments later and took the large towel over to Tina. He helped her as she placed it against her vagina to stop the dripping. He then hurried over to the baby, knelt down beside it and gently picked it up.

“We have to get you to the hospital,” Trent said to Tina.

With her eyes still fixated on the infant, she asked, “What is that?”

Trent grimaced. “Tina, it’s our baby.”

“No!” She protested. “It’s not! It’s not our baby, Trent! How could it be our baby?”

“Tina…”

“What do you mean it’s our baby? Look at it! It’s a monster! Can’t you see?”

Trent was at a loss for words.

“What’re we gonna do with it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to go to the hospital, so what’re we gonna do with it?”

“Tina, the baby’s coming with us,” Trent said matter-of-factly.

“Oh no, it’s not.” She shook her head. There was now a strange calmness in her voice. “That thing is not coming anywhere with me. No one’s gonna know that I gave birth to such a hideous, ungodly creature.”

Then suddenly, her eyes widened as she saw that the child had instantaneously and inexplicably assumed full human form. His black hair was pencil straight and his eyes, brown and entrancing.

“Oh my goodness, do you see that?” She asked, as if disbelieving her own eyes.

“Yes, honey. I see our beautiful baby,” Trent replied, realizing that something on the inside of Tina had snapped.

“What’s wrong with me? Am I seeing things?” She asked earnestly.

He was afraid to answer. The baby started to cry.

“Bring him to me,” Tina urged.

Trent carefully handed the child to her.

“He looks just like you, honey.” She held the infant closely. “He has your eyes.”

“He does. Doesn’t he?” Trent smiled.

They gazed lovingly at the child whose arrival they had anxiously awaited. However, not envisioning for a moment that he would arrive into the world on his father’s living room floor.

“We have to get you two to the hospital,” Trent reminded Tina.

“Okay,” she smiled, now accepting of the idea that both mother and baby would be going.

He took the baby and helped Tina up off the floor.

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