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Tyra of the Shadows Week Blast

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Child of Frankenstein’s Bride, Book 5

 

Paranormal / Historical

Date Published: 07-23-2024

 

 

Will Tyra ever get out of the shadows?

Growing up isn’t easy for Tyra Smythe. Especially when you grow up in a
house with shadows. She and her friend Evelyn conjure up the ghost of a girl
who lived there 100 years ago and the mystery of the funhouse begins. While
her parents are away in England, the ghost Abby, begins to haunt. When more
ghosts appear at Tyra’s fourteenth birthday party, word that the house is
haunted gets out and draws unwanted attention to it.

Shortly Margaret has decided it is a good idea to make her home an
attraction for some extra money. It is 1929 and more haunted houses are
needed, the house is named the Shadows and creepy renovations are started
all at the expense of Tim Terror and his haunted attractions company.

As Abby haunts the halls and stairs, her hunger grows. Her legend says she
died there and appears during a full moon, and she even has a museum room.
Abby’s heart is close to Tyra, but they must move on though they feel at
home again once the remodel of The Shadows is complete.

Will she ever be able to leave, or will it leave her?

 

 

EXCERPT

 

“Don’t give him your address. I wonder if they can help you
find your father,” Evelyn said.

“They won’t. Jack isn’t any help. I’ll just look
myself. I’ll think about going to the police. We don’t have a
phone. I don’t like this.”

When they got home, it felt much cooler in the house. They grabbed drinks
and the telephone directory and went upstairs. Tyra did find a Nathaniel
Johnston—she actually found two of them. “Evelyn, another big
house to go look at later. I found Nathaniel.”

“Good.” Evelyn took everything out of her bag. They laid the
blue velvet table cover, the candles, and the Ouija board in front of them
on the floor.

“I’ll go get a couple candlesticks. We will try a séance
and use the board tonight,” Tyra said.

“Hattie, where are the candlesticks?” Tyra called.

“In the hallway by the kitchen!” Hattie answered.

She and Evelyn raced there and grabbed two.

Hattie appeared. “Be careful with those. Matches are in the
kitchen.”

“Thanks,” Tyra responded. “Have you ever seen a ghost in
here?”

“No, never,” Hattie responded.

“Hopefully, we will,” Tyra said as she headed for the kitchen.
She grabbed the matches.

“We won’t light them now, not until tonight,” she told
Evelyn.

“My mom is coming by in the morning to come and get me,” Evelyn
said.

Tyra nodded. “We’re going to try a séance. I read about
them in the paper.”

“I don’t want you to do that. I told you I haven’t seen
any ghosts here. When the wind blows, you can hear it loud. This is an old
house. Your dad said it was built in the 1790s,” Hattie said.

“We’ll just try. It probably won’t work.” Tyra went
to her room as Evelyn followed.

“Is it even worth the time?” Evelyn asked.

“No, but this is.” Tyra pulled out a rolled-up Ouija board that
looked like a map. She took the planchette out of Evelyn’s purse.
“I didn’t tell Hattie we had this.” They sat on the floor
and felt the beautiful soft velvet.

About the Author

Martha Wickham

Martha has studied writing with Writer’s Digest and has an
associate’s degree in Social Services. She has also written poems and
songs and even studied screen writing and horror. She still writes and likes
getting writing prompts. Her favorite author is VC Andrews. If you purchase
and read Martha’s books a review on this web site will be greatly
appreciated. She can also be found at www.marthawickham.com.

 

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Misty Falls, Book 3

 

Contemporary Fantasy Fiction

Date Published: 09-19-2023

 

 

How long can a magic ring last?

Long enough to get Violet through the worst, then send her through it
again. When her new husband and his friends go grave robbing, they dig up a
legend. They recover a thousand-year-old ring with a curse. When she finds
it she uses it to her advantage like the last ring she owned, and her
husband confesses to her how he obtained it. The magic flees from the ring
after killing the people it sees deserving, but when it attacks her, Violet
knows what she must do. It’s go back to grandma’s, then Misty
Falls.

When she goes back her curiosity gets the best of her and she goes with a
friend to investigate a murder in the haunted forest. Soon the forest is
haunting her, and she is met with the killer, who wants more young blood.
Though born on Friday the 13th, she believes in herself. Is she able to
escape a streak of bad luck?

 

 

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Curtis and his friends split up into three motel rooms ten minutes away
from the cemetery they wanted to rob. They couldn’t bring them on the
plane, so they had to go to a local store and get a shovel for each of them.
The plan was to rob Jessie’s grave first and look for the famous ring
that was fashioned in hell. “I want to see this ring,” one of
them said. “I hope it doesn’t say made in hell or I will
run.” They snickered at his joke except for Curtis. All their rooms
were right next to each other. After hitting Jessie’s grave that night
they would look through other graves and the mausoleum afterwards because
there was no digging with those, then they’d go for the bigger graves,
because the families may have had more money to pay for them.

After a quick dinner it was darkening. “Can
we go now?” Curtis asked.

“It’s supposed to be late, but we will
all take the rental car and be there in about thirty minutes. It’s
getting darker at this point. I don’t think anyone will see
us.”

“Have you done this before?” Curtis
asked.

“No, I’ve stolen but not from a grave
and this will probably be the only time.” By the time everyone was in
the car it was darker, and they left. They had shovels and gardening tools
in the back.

A red glow of light began to come from over the
horizon. “I thought the sunset was over,” one of them in a black
leathery jacket said.

“It was,” said the dark blond who
appeared to be the leader. He had the most experience stealing and did not
spend one day in jail for anything.

As they got out the red seemed to get bigger.
After opening the trunk, they then got out shovels and began looking for the
one grave with the ring. There was a large, rounded tombstone straight ahead
with some fresh flowers there half dead. The leader went for that one and it
read Jessie the name they were looking for. He had died almost ten years ago
and there was a card against the stone. It was about how someone missed him
so much and how she loved him but never told him enough and it was signed
Tess. It was from his girlfriend. The leader left it open and put it back.
His friends began to dig but Curtis wandered around looking for graves to
start digging. “Go to the mausoleum,” the leader told him, and
Curtis went that way glad Violet had no idea where he was.

As the guys dug Curtis tried opening crypts with
the shovel but they didn’t come open. When he found an old one with a
big crack he decided to try that one. This person had died in the
1920’s. He hit it hard a few times with the shovel and the right side
fell off. Sliding the coffin out and peeking in he could not see well but
there wasn’t anything buried with him of value. He put it back and
tried to find another one. He kept looking for older graves because if they
were buried with anything old it could be valuable.

Curtis stepped out of the crypts and saw that most
of the sky had turned red accept a circle of black in the middle. They all
stared at it. “What makes the sky like that?” One of them asked.
No one responded.

“Guys I don’t like this,” Curtis
said.

“We are almost there,” the leader
said, and he made deep holes with his shovel. “Go look for crypts to
steal from.” Just then he smacked into the coffin with his shovel.
They dug it out and opened it. Curtis came to see. “There he
is.” Exactly, Here lies Jessie just like the tombstone said. Curtis
glanced up and the whole sky was red. It seemed like an omen to him but
there were still pretty twinkling stars shining through. The leader pulled
the ring of his finger. Examining it the design looked like hell fire and he
check on the inside. It said made in Hades. He wanted to throw it but
pawning it would be a better idea. He put the ring in his pocket, and they
began reburying Jessie.

They kept looking around the graveyard for ghosts
and zombies coming to get them for revenge, but they didn’t. If
anything, Jessie would have been glad the ring was gone and being the good
person that he wouldn’t hurt anyone. They finished covering the grave.
“Don’t worry. We’ll pawn it as fast as we can,” he
told Curtis.

“If and when we find a pawn shop,” one
of them said. Curtis was the only one uneasy and they couldn’t drive
away fast enough. He would never do this again and was sorry he broke the
man’s crypt marble.

The sky had stayed red for the rest of the night.
When morning came it seemed like a dream but they needed to find food and a
pawn shop. There were still days left in their stay in Michigan to do as
they wished after finding what they needed.

After Curtis called Violet the leader wanted to
tell them his decision. “I easily found a pawn shop in the phone book,
but it’s not close. So, I have decided we have more to steal, and we
can pawn that before we go back to Canada where we won’t get caught.
Is that ok?” he asked Curtis.

“That’s fine. It’s only a ring
and I’m not even staying with it,” he responded.

“Yes, and it must be worth so much. We can
split it just tell your little lady back home your business was doing
well.” Curtis nodded in agreement. They spent the day looking for
places to rob and eat.

While they ate Chinese food in a motel room the
leader made his announcement. “We will rob an old mansion. It’s
old but they look like they have money. Tomorrow me and Anthony will go and
see if there’s an easy way in and what they leave open or
unlocked.” All they could do was nod. “Then we’ll come
back when they’re gone and get you Sawyer. Curtis we need someone to
drive the car. You can get out, but you need to be ready to drive. Hopefully
these people are going on summer vacation. How’s that sound?” he
asked Curtis.

“Sounds fine. If we go in through the backyard
it’s harder for people to see what we are doing,” he
suggested.

“Good idea,” the leader Tristan said.
He turned on the TV while they had a beer and relaxed. “It’s
funny how rich people like to come out here thinking that it’s nice
and peaceful and then get robbed.”

 

About the Author

Martha Wickham

Martha has studied writing with Writer’s Digest and has an
associate’s degree in Social Services. She has also written poems and
songs and even studied screen writing and horror. She still writes and likes
getting writing prompts. Her favorite author is VC Andrews. If you purchase
and read Martha’s books a review on this web site will be greatly
appreciated. She can also be found at www.marthawickham.com.

 

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Twitter: @MarthaWickham

 

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The Haunted Rosebuds Teaser

 

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Paranormal

Date Published: April 29, 2023

 

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Lana is a psychic ghost hunter working in The Circle of Roses shop. She
wants to help solve a case when a man’s wife leaves him because of
ghosts tormenting her in the attic, but she ends up with a haunting dilemma
of her own. Terra’s ghost is haunting one of her teens in her small
townhouse.

Sylvie and Dana are teenagers who just want to live but when Sylvie’s
room is repeatedly thrashed, psychic Rose is called to investigate. She
knows Terra from way back and thinks she wants more revenge, but why is the
other teen Dana not affected? Sylvie and Dana have their own group called
the Rosebuds. Started when they were kids, they wind up the only two in
it.

When old enough they will go into training to become real psychics. As for
this story it is their first everything, except their first time seeing a
ghost. How long can Terra’s ghost be kept a secret from Dana? And will
Rose be able to solve both cases at once?

EXCERPT

          Lana lay in her bed and heat from the vent blew in. Both girls were
getting up to get ready for school. It was the start of a new school year
for them. Dana Langly was still in Jr. High. Getting out of bed it seemed
nothing was wrong. Terra may be gone! Lana ran to Dana’s bedroom and
opened the door. Nothing strange there. She ran to Sylvie’s room and
there it was. Another huge mess. So bad it looked like a poltergeist did it.
And the strange thing about it was, everything was messed up the same way it
was the first time it was wrecked. Lana jumped back. Her heart skipped a
beat.

          The first thing she
thought was to keep the girls out. She decided to wait another night and see
what happened. Rose knew what was wrong and Lana needed help. She left the
room a mess to see what Terra might do.

          When the kids came
home it looked like they had a good day. They told their mom their new
classes were going well, and they even sat by their friends. Both girls got
to school by bus. Tired from the day they all went to bed as usual.

          Very quickly Lana
got them ready for school. She prepared their lunches so quickly it was a
mess. Both daughters looked at each other strangely. They wondered what she
was doing. They grabbed their backpacks and the school bus honked. Dana ran
for the door. Sylvie kissed her mother and said, “Don’t worry.
We’re both ok. We both slept like babies last night,” and she
had to run for the bus.

          In her nightgown
Lana ran upstairs to Sylvie’s room and opened the door. It was
horrible. The mattress was still off the bed, but the mirror she had taken
down was back and written on it in mud was the word REVENGE. Immediately she
pulled on the attic cord and looked. Dana’s mirror was up there but it
was up and leaning against the attic wall. She pulled the steps and went up.
Walking towards the mirror something pricked her foot. Getting down she
found three large knives. One with blood on it. It was a little from her
foot. Nothing bad. Her impression was Terra wanted to murder all three of
them.

About the Author

Martha is an author from Oregon. She has published 4 books in The Mystery
of Frankenstein’s Bride series.

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Circle of Roses Week Blitz

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Date Published: 06-24-2022

Stopping the unstoppable is what Rose Cortez does best.

Terra, Frankenstein’s ex, is using the old electric machine to bring the
dead back for fun now. After running into zombies her old psychic Rose must
do something about the machine Frankenstein’s Bride can’t give up. Is there
a way to get the machine away from her and her terror of lurking zombies?
Rose and her band of psychics find out when one of them is found dead.

Rose is a powerful psychic detective and ghost hunter. Revenge is what she
wants after the death one year ago of her husband. Now her psychic comrade
is dead too and she’s had enough. Terra’s second life can’t last forever.
The way to stop her is not so easy!

 

EXCERPT

  Fern was excited as she wanted to start immediately.  “I’ll be there first thing in the morning!”

***

     As soon as Rose opened the doors to the shop the next morning, Fern arrived with boxes of things she needed for readings. She started calling herself a psychic reader and ghost buster and had cards made up. Within a few days, her business was booming, and the other two psychics joined the team.  Rose kept her eyes open for Terra and her zombies but didn’t see any until one evening when she and Fern were alone in the shop and they heard a moan and then a dog barking. “I’m sure I heard a zombie,” Rose said. “What has Terra been up to?”

     They ran to the window and looked out.  There were three long-dead zombies walking down the street to Terra’s house.  The two of them looked at each other, then ran into the bathroom and locked the door.  “I’m gonna get to the bottom of this,” Rose whispered.

     “How can I help?” Fern asked.

     “This will be more difficult than a reading.  They must be destroyed.  Do you know how to kill zombies?” she asked.

     “Yes, just shoot them in the head,” Fern answered.

     Rose nodded.  “Terra won’t go easy.  I want to get that galvanism machine from her.  It’s in her shed right now, but this will take more than one person.  Maybe Lily and Violet will help.”

     “And you can’t just call the police.  They won’t believe you.”

     “When I looked at her through the window the other day, she was different.  Old and deader looking.  Who knows how long she will last undead?”

     “She can’t be that hard to destroy, then,” Fern said.

     “I’ll see what my crystals can do. If anything.”

***

     The three zombies sat in Terra’s backyard.  Her galvanism machine was plugged into her backyard outlet as her creepy old mansion did not have a garage.  The zombies then approached the machine and one of them bent the wire back that conducts electricity.  Terra did a back-bend and her face wrinkled.  “You stupid heap!”  She stood up and straightened the wire.  Looking a little younger, she brushed the zombies away from the machine as her long gray hair blew in the wind.  The neighborhood dogs were barking now and she rolled her eyes.  

     “Maybe I should lock this thing away,”she said to herself.  Then to the zombies, “Curiosity killed the cat!  No, I think I’ll lock you away.”  She grabbed a pole and started pushing them toward the shed but the zombies managed to grab it out of her hands.  They began to hit her with it until she backed into the shed and then they locked her in!

     Terra flipped on the shed light, trying to think happy thoughts.  She sat down and remembered things about her childhood.  Like her father cutting down the Christmas tree and ice skating with her cousins while her mom watched.  Thoughts of fireplaces and hot chocolate always warmed her.  Zombies were afraid of fire, not her.  The fear made her realize the zombies obviously knew her weakness.  They could kill her with the machine or by leaving her in the shed.

     She created them hoping they would be like Frankenstein, but they never were.  Frankenstein was evil at the start.  There would never be another.  She heard the zombies shuffle away and wondered, How long will I last?

 

About the Author

Martha Wickham

Martha has studied writing with Writer’s Digest.  She is the author of
many short stories and books and still likes getting writing prompts.

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Paranormal, Horror

 

Date Published: December 20, 2020

When love takes a turn, what are you willing to do to keep it?

Terra’s love life is a monster so she sets out to see her old flame Nathaniel Johnston. But when she finds he is no longer living either, eternity is theirs. Bringing him back will get her a husband because of her passionate feelings for him.

Johnston is her new life, but when they are on their honeymoon in Germany things take a bad turn. The castle they stay in creates too much distance between the two.

Can she get closer to him before it’s too late?

 

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The Mystery Of Frankenstein’s
Bride
Frankenstein stomped through the water and quickly strangled the man watching as the lady gasped.
He left on his deadly rampage to terrorize the city! He crept towards the stone structure where he was
made and entered. The grounds keeper ran as Frankenstein made his way back to his dwelling place,
knocking down the lantern that was left behind. A wood chair caught on fire.
A mob with torches arrived. They outnumbered him by thirty-five so they weren’t afraid. The
Frankenstein death toll had been 5. The 6 foot tall monster headed toward the dungeon as the fire
burned everything it could. It soon burned the front door. Now no one could get in.
Dr. Frankenstein appeared. “Why have you done this?” shouted the mob.
“It was an experiment,” he replied nervous.
“Just tell us what to do,” came from the mob.
“Find him and lock him away,” suggested a mob member.
“That’s all we can do,” mob man said. “Is there another way in?”
“Through the back,” the mad scientist replied. They all ran that way but the smoke and fire warned
them not to enter. Even if it looked okay. They could see Frankenstein in a window three stories up.
“Fire bad,” they could hear the deep voice say. And he was gone. A moment later he broke through
a downstairs window and headed into the deep woods. The villagers filled their buckets with water and
struggled to put it out before it got to the woods.
The bride of Frankenstein sat on her throne listening to the radio. Her black lips unhappy from the
news. “Another body has been found in the wheat field. It looks like another victim of Dr.
Frankenstein’s experiment,” the radio announced. It looked like her fiance would not return soon.
But they were perfect for each other. They were undead, engaged, and hated fire. Only he was killing
nice, decent, innocent people.
She sat and thought about all the young men she loved in her short life. But there was one she loved
the most. A banker from Chicago had stolen her heart one summer. He was tall, dark, and handsome.
They dated, stayed together, and were in love. They weren’t married but were parted by death when
she fell ill with pneumonia at only thirty-four.
In the afterlife she missed him and watched lovingly over him. Suddenly she became angry with
Frankenstein. She picked up the table and threw it across the room with ease. It shattered into pieces
as she growled. How could he do this to her? She decided she would not marry him. She never
wanted to see him again.

About the Author

Martha Wickham

Martha has studied writing with Writer’s Digest and has an Associate’s degree in Social Services. She has also written poems and songs and even studied screen writing and horror. She still writes and likes getting writing prompts. Her favorite author is VC Andrews.

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