Here is a sneak peek at an exciting new paranormal thriller series I am working on. I expect it to be 3 books at least and the first to be done in late spring 2017.
Let me know your thoughts in the comments!
The Whispering Woods
The darkness engulfed him as he stepped under the boughs. The silence was deafening. Even the animals and bugs ceased to utter a sound. It was as if they knew what everyone else tried to ignore about the woods on the edge of the small town in New Hampshire.
A twig snapped under his foot and it broke the silence like shot, startling awake every cell of his body that was attuned to the whispers. He could hear them like the low hum of bees flitting in and out of his ears, ever present and maddening amid the quiet.
Their shushing voices barely discernible as he entered, now becoming louder around him as he ventured further into the dimness.
He turned, thinking to go back and seek the refuge of the sun on his face, but his body froze. Every muscle stood at attention, ready to break if he made the wrong choice. He had to go further. There was no choice now.
Taking a breath, he felt his muscles relax as he took a step forward. Then another. Walking deeper into the trees that everyone said carried death. What called him he didn’t know, where he was going he wasn’t sure. The voices whispered again and again, guiding him to a spot so black he felt that it blotted out all light in existence.
He looked down, barely able to make out his hand in the darkness as he heard the rustle of the leaves underneath his shoes. He was no longer under control of his body, his limbs moving as if a robot… or a zombie. And still the whispers persisted.
As he moved further and further in, their volume began to grow, making him rub the side of his head in the hopes of dislodging them. Still they continued. He barely felt the blood as it began to dribble down his neck and onto his shirt, his finger nails torn and bleeding themselves.
What were they? Why didn’t they stop?
His brain tried to scream for reason, but that scream only echoed in his brain and his throat and mouth didn’t move to make the sound he begged them to.
Still he kept moving, deeper and deeper until he was sure that he would be forever lost. He had heard the rumors around town about these woods since he was a child, read the stories in the newspaper and online about the deaths. But he never truly believed it until today. He never understood how a place could compel someone to die.
As he pondered this, still scratching at his ears, he saw a light ahead, a tiny pinprick in the distance. Moving closer he could pick up the trickle of water amid the whispering voices in his head. He knew this wasn’t good.
His legs carried him onward, the voices growing louder and louder as he got closer to the water, pushing him to move faster. His heart sped up at the thought of what might be there. Fear stained his mind and he could pick up the scent of that fear in his sweat as his nostrils strained for breath.
Just as he came through a small gap between two large rocks, the voices grew from whispers to screams and he could finally understand what they had been saying.
GET OUT! RUN!
Now completely terrified, he watched with eyes that were no longer his to control as it happened. What he saw was unlike anything ever seen in a horror movie or haunted house. He could only stare before he watched his hands come up and his broken finger nails dig into his eyes.
His screaming, whether inside his head or actually produced, was the last thing he heard before his heart stopped.