About the Book
Title: Cellar
Author: Karen E. Taylor
Genre: Horror
Something’s not quite right about the neighborhood of
Woodland Heights. Five years ago six children disappeared in this suburban
heaven. When Laura Wagner moves into a house that had been vacant for most of
those five years, this something comes alive. Laura Wagner, divorced mother of
two, addicted to alcohol and Valium, sees nothing wrong with her life; she sees
nothing much at all. She gets by as well as she can, aided by the solace of her
drugs and whiskey, until the day she backs into a police car in the parking lot
of her favorite bar and is sentenced to involuntary rehabilitation
treatments. Returning home clean and sober is an eye-opening experience.
The spirit dwelling in her house reveals its true, evil nature and begins to
prey upon her, her friends, even her children, avid to spread its message of
death and despair. Laura must learn to control her inner demons before she can
subdue these outside forces threatening to break free. She must learn how to
distinguish hallucinations from reality, learn how to stop the spirit that
requires her death and the deaths of her loved ones.
Author Bio
Karen
E. Taylor is the author of the popular Vampire Legacy series, CELLAR
(a ghost novel,) numerous short stories, and a collection which earned her a
Bram Stoker Award nomination. She is currently working on a new urban fantasy
series, along with other projects she is too superstitious to mention.
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Book Excerpt
The
neighborhood girls formed a semi-circle around Lizzy. Thinking it was only the cold that made her
shiver, she took a deep breath. This
is a stupid game, she thought, I never should’ve said I’d play. But she knew she couldn’t back out now. Amanda, who’d been enjoying the other girls’
company, would never let her forget it.
“Go
ahead, Lizzy.” Brittany gave her a
little push forward so that Lizzy’s nose almost touched the sliding glass door.
Lizzy
shut her eyes and began to count silently.
One,
two, three, four...
The
girls around her began to chant softly.
“Aunt Dolly, Aunt Dolly, Aunt Dolly...”
...twelve,
thirteen, fourteen...
The
girls’ voices grew louder and Lizzy felt her heart beat faster and faster. She wanted to stop this stupid game. She wanted to stop it now. But she kept her eyes closed tight.
“Aunt
Dolly, Aunt Dolly, Aunt Dolly...”
...eighteen,
nineteen, twenty!
Lizzy
finished the count. She opened her
eyes. And screamed.
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