IT'S A VERY - "TWISTED" - HUMP DAY!!!

 

Good Morning to everyone in cyber-land. It has been one heck of a roller coaster ride and I'm so excited to tell you what happened.  I love to write, love to blog, and love to be with my family. Now try making all three of those things work simultaneously - it just doesn't happen. Back in March of this year, I was contacted by my agents about my next book pending publication - "Deemed Crazy" yet now titled "BLUEPRINT"- but there was something wrong.  In my mind, heart and soul I felt it was not right or ready or both. Quickly my brain said - why not send them a bunch of my short story thrillers - and thus my newest publication  -TWISTED - was born.

 

So here it is as promised
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A mysterious book of original short story thrillers sure to keep you covered in goosebumps from head to toe and fearing those things that go bump in the night -
with every turn of the page.

 

WILL YOU READ IT? I DARE YOU.


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"The Haunted Treeline : The Legend of Mr. Witticker"

 

Good Morning Everybody!  How are you this fine sunny wintery morning in April? I wish I knew what was up with this weather - it's like a great mystery thriller - you never know what is coming next. So in keeping with the crazy weather and the mystery of - "Who keeps stealing spring", I've come up with a story that actually was inspired by my husband while we were at a party with friends. Now remember, as you read this, it is based on true life events, so that I could embellish it and make it twistedly spooky, just like I like it, OK, and I just couldn't help myself. My husband always says to people – “Be careful what you say and do, my wife’s a writer.” Enjoy.

 

 

 

The Haunted Treeline

The Legend of Mr. Witticker

Original Story based on true life events and written by: Stacey L. Bolin

A warm Saturday afternoon early in the month of April steadily descended as the sun slowly began retreating from the sky.  For most of the day the Mercury inside a house thermometer was doing its best to grasp onto the line that said 81 degrees, while the temperatures outside were slipping into something a little cooler. It was days like this that were more than welcome after the horrendous winter that had captured the sleepy little town of Neewollah and continued to linger long after the first day of spring – winter just didn't seem to want to end.

Mindy and Evan Cooper had made most of their day, at a flea market trying to sell the needless things that in years past, they thought they had to have.  They knew that it wasn’t going to reap them the big bucks that everyone thinks their items are worth, but to them having more space in their little house and two and a half car garage, meant more to them than any amount of money.  Mindy, a stay-at-home mother of two and an aspiring novelist had worked all winter going through old boxes stored high in the attic and all the closets that appeared to be bulging at the hinges. Her new look on life and the future that lay ahead for her family, had her instill a new mind set – she could only keep what would fit in the largest sized U-Haul truck when they planned on moving in the fall of 2015 – everything else had to go.

The flea market ended by two o’clock and Mindy had done just what she set out to do – she got rid of it all and was going home with nothing. Evan was ecstatic, as in years past when they had attempted to sell their wares before, they always somehow ended up with what seemed like more than what they had brought in the first place.  It was a great feeling to be on their way before the seventy-five other vendors did their best to get off the grounds before a long line of cars begun to form. Their plans were to go home, watch some movies, take a shower and then go out for the evening. Both of their children had plans to be out of the house, that same night, to hang with friends, and so Mindy and Evan decided to accept an invitation to a "Kicking Spring into Gear" bonfire with new friends they had met a few weeks earlier.

As Mindy finished the final touches to her eye-shadow and lipstick, her mind suddenly plagued her with a question that offered her no answer, but she knew who to ask to get one.  

"Evan, do you think I should bring a coat or a light jacket?" Said Mindy, while on her hands and knees, as she spoke through the upstairs floor vent that was directly over the couch where Evan sat, while watching TV, as he waited for a pair of his dark jeans to finishing drying. She was never good at deciding on things when it came to the right thing to wear. Some days she’d wear too much and be hot, other times she’d be cold and there wouldn’t be a sweat-shirt or jacket to be found. Eventually she learned to keep things like this in her car for those, just-in-case-I-need-it moments.

"You might want to, with the crazy weather lately, you never know." He replied, never taking his eyes off the movie that he was watching. As Mindy came down the stairs about ten minutes later the sound of buzzer on the dryer immediately triggered Evan to shout out, "They're finally done! Waa Whooo! HOT JEANS FOR ME!"

"You’re funny." Mindy said with a smile. "What are we going to do for dinner? We don't really need to be there until 7 o'clock."

"You read my mind," Evan replied with a chuckle to his voice, "I was just thinking the very same thing. What do you think about Subway?"

"Sounds great, babe, I could go for a great tasting sub right about now."

“Then Subway it is. Let’s grab what we need and get-ta going.”

They got themselves together and filled a small Coleman cooler with a six pack of Bud Light packed in plenty of ice, and then headed out the door. It was strange for the both of them to be off alone for an evening out together.  For years it seemed that everywhere they went it was always with their children or their plans would end up being cancelled because they couldn't find a babysitter, but now that both their boys were teenagers and both had a license and their own vehicles – Mindy and Evan had the freedom like they once had when they first married.

As they sat in the Subway eating their sandwiches the sounds of a baseball game being broad casted from a local AM radio station filled the quiet moments when their mouths were filled with food. It was obvious to the employees of the establishment that they enjoyed each other’s company as they talked about the notion that this summer was going to be quite the test, as both of their kids would be out west. Their oldest son had scored an employment opportunity while the youngest was going to be spending time with relatives and this would be his last free summer before graduating high school. Mindy and Evan would get their first crack at being Empty-Nester's. It wasn’t something they feared, but it would shake up the daily routines that they  had followed for the past twenty years. They laughed and joked with one another and clearly lost all track of time until Mindy looked up at the clock on the wall.

"Its 7:16, I think we’re going to be late Evan."

"Oh well, it happens. I'm ready to go if you are?"

"Yep, I'm done. I was having so much fun talking about our summer that I forgot we were supposed to be somewhere." she said in a compassionate voice.

"Me too. With the time change, I'm all messed up when the sun is still in the sky after six at night."

They cleaned their table and pushed in their chairs and headed out to their truck. The air outside was just right, not to hot, not to cold. It couldn't get any more perfect than it was at that very moment.  The entire drive they rode with the windows down and the sunroof open. Mindy loved to let her hand surf the wind just over the backup mirrors. It was something she had loved to do ever since she was a small child.

"You know Evan, this is excellent driving weather. Wanna keep going?" she said jokingly.

"I wish." He said with a big smile, "But we have a party to get to. We'll have plenty of time to do big drives this summer."

"I can't wait." Then she took a deep breathe in, sighed and said, “I love this kind of evening air it's so relaxing, but I'm also glad we are getting out of the house to do something together and I really hope this party is as much fun as the last one.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Evan questioned rather puzzled she’d say such a thing.

“It’s a full moon and if anything is going to go wrong, it would be on a night of a full moon.” She said in her mysterious reader voice and then started to laugh in her best witches cackle.

“You’re a nut” Evan chuckled again.  He clearly loved those witty ways about her, he couldn’t explain them, but he loved them just the same.

“Evan, do you think they know the story about Mr. Witticker?” a chill raced up her back. Just saying the name still haunted her and the memories of what she was told when she was a young child.

Evan shook his head in disbelief that Mindy would go as far as bringing up such a horrific story that still has never been proven. “For their sake, I hope not,” he said rather tensely, “Let’s just have a good time and not make this a ghost story telling bonfire. Can you promise me that much?”

“I guess so, but they live so close to where it all happened…”

(To be continued…April 17, 2015)

 

BOdY PArTs - Original Thriller

 

 

 

 

"BOdY PArTs"

Part One

 

 

Original thriller written by: Stacey L. Bolin
 

Copyright 10/5/2013

All rights reserved

Sound enhancement for the story.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DE3e_hkBFo

 "OH NO!" exclaimed Candace as she reached into her dryer to discover that although her laundry had been tumbling for more than an hour, they were as wet and as cold at the moment she'd put them in to dry. "This is so not what I need right now!"

In her mind she began to see her budget dwindling and her credit cards burst into flames, for she knew from situations past, anything in her home that had a heating element in it was going to result in either a hug repair bill by some repairman who would hit on her and then rake her wallet through the coals, or a complete replacement of the product - either choice was not in her budget.

On the flip side of her exceptional ability to think the worst and the worst moment, she also had the special "MacGyver" mind set when faced with solving unexpected problems - and this situation would be no different from any other. Candace had only one solution - get everything washed and take it to the local laundry mat to dry it all. Three washes at home and one trip to the laundry mat would buy her about three days - she'd worry about her dryer dilemma later.

By nine o'clock that evening she had washed the entire fleet of dirty dish and shower towels, work clothes, and even a few items that her boyfriend, Glen, had left behind during his weekend stay. "I wish Glen was here right now," she thought as she looked upon the three heaping baskets that she would now be loading into her car - by herself in the cold and pouring down rain that could be heard even in a sound proof booth.

One basket at a time, she managed to get the laundry into her, old, and very small but VERY reliable, Volkswagen Rabbit. She quickly got into her car, started it up, hit the defroster on high heat to keep the windows from fogging up, and looked for any radio station that would put her in a better mood for doing laundry so late and on such a dreary bone chilling wet night. "It's this kind of storm that make even the sane go mad." she thought as she backed out of the driveway and  headed down the road.

The cold harsh rain beat hard against her car as the wind blew strong and unforgivingly as she slowly drove towards her destination. "Ha Ha," she chuckled out loud to herself, "What a great scene for a horror movie - Young petite woman ventures out alone during a dark stormy night heading into a unknown danger that awaits her..." she laughed again, "at the laundry mat." A chill streaked through her body. "Ok Candace...maybe not."

The roads gave the illusion of ice from the reflection of the street lights that had not been damaged by the wind. She loved the idea that she was not sitting in a line of traffic due to the evening rush. When she finally arrived she was again pleased with the lack of human life and the cars in which they drive. By the looks of things, she was going to get to drive right up to the door and would be able to stay somewhat dry.

All the stores in the plaza were close and dark for the night with the exception of the laundry mat and its neon sign that read, in a bug zapper blue looking light, open and the EZ-Mart with its sign that said Z-Mat  because it was in dire need of a few red blubs to be replaced. What added to the spooky finger she felt was poking her on her back - the laundry mat harbored a strange glow due to its foggy windows that were created from the heat and dampness in the building being warmer than the temperatures outside and offered no visibility to allow her to see who was inside. A strange uneasy feeling was beginning to works it's magic to set the seed in her mind to become fearful of what may lay behind the fog adorned windows.

"It's a flipping laundry mat Candace - get your ass out of the car!" she screamed at herself. Still a bit apprehensive, she collected the laundry baskets and a box of dryer sheets and made her way into the building.

Ring....Ring, sounded the small brass bell that was hung over one of the two doors she chose to enter through.

"Olla" said a small but stern voice from a women who appeared to be of an Asian or foreign decent, that was seated behind the counter. "We close soon...No wash."

"Hi, um that's fine. I only need to dry these?" Candace replied sounding more like a question of having to drying them vs. needing to dry them. "I've never gotten the pleaser of going to a laundry mat and being the only one here. All the dryers all to me, myself, and I, - this is so cool."

"Ok...Fine...you dry."

"Phew! This stuff would have caused a huge stink if I had to wait until tomorrow. Nothing worse than the smell of...." The laundry tenant looked at her as she continued to nervously babble on. "Wet clothes turning to the dark side and smell like some ones old footlocker or attic barn."

The woman at the counter nodded her had but clearly didn't understand the nervous banter.

"You know...a moldy smell?" She questioned again, hoping her explanation would change the tenants’ look of confusion. Candace pondered for a moment and tried to rationalize that maybe there was some type of a language barrier, or better yet, the woman was pretending not to understand because she didn't want to talk to her. Being almost closing Candace realized that the look was more of a - hurry up and get your shit done...I want to go home.

As Candace did her best to get both her laundry dried and a laugh from the tenant, the sounds of the muffled wind and the rain intensified as it accompanied the ringing of a second bell from the open entry door furthest away from the counter.

"Olla" said the tenant.

The sounds of snorting and frothy bubbles were the only sounds short of a greeting.

"Dang, that person must be drunk," Candace thought as she looked away from her laundry, that was tumbling heavy and hard in the dryer. All she wanted to do was try and get a quick peek as to who had come through the door, but all she could see was that whoever it was wore a dark hooded cloak that was drenched with water and appeared as if they had walked many blocks to do their laundry. Not once did the man or woman under the cloak ever look up to make eye contact. Candace knew that she would be called out as rude if she kept being nosy and not wanting to get caught staring, decided to refocus her attention back to her drying laundry.

A Heavy rustling and shuffling grew more and more intense. The scuffing of the unseen customers boot covered feet, in the water that was pooling on the floor from the wet cloak, sounded like children playing in a spring puddle - wet and messy.  Suddenly, and without any warning, there was a loud - BANG - SLAM - BANG - SLAM SLAM. It was clear that their laundry was now loaded and was confirmed by the sounds of quarters being feed into the washing machine. For a few short moments the room was filled only with the sounds of two washes and three dryers running, and then once again the bell rang out and the unknown person went back out into the storm.

Candace turned to see the tenant looking down at her cell phone when she asked, "Hey, I thought you said no washes because you'll be closing soon?"

The tenant quickly looked up at her with a continued expressionless look and then slowly looked back down at her cell phone.

Once again it was now only the tenant and Candace and 30 minutes left to go until the dryers were done. Candace had forgotten that the one downside to drying clothes at this particular place was that all the benches, for customers to sit down on, were all near the washers and only folding tables were near the dryers. Fitting, but inconveniencing at the same time. It was getting to that point in the night where the only thing Candace wanted to do was to be home, wrapped up in her favorite quilt, a cup of hot tea with lemon and honey, and watch a great mystery thriller movie. "It's October, the season for all things that go bump in the night, as long as it is experienced from the safety of my home and the comforts of my couch." she thought and then laughed out loud. "This is the last place I want to be, but if I have to, then I'm sitting down."

Not wanting to be seated close to the counter where the expressionless tenant, or ET, which was now the new title Candace had thought up, she sat at the beach nearest the washers where the cloaked soaked mystery customer was doing their wash. As she watched the washer move around, she recalled her days as a young child when her mother would take the family laundry to dry on days when the weather didn't allow for it to be lined dried. From what she could remember, her family didn't own a dryer until her freshmen year of high school, and she'd be the first to tell you that there is nothing better than a bed that was just made with sheet that were hung outside to dry.

She always loved to watch the washers gently roll the clothes through the sudsy white bubbles back and forth and then flip into a crazed almost out of control spin. As she watched the two washers run through their cycles, she noticed that it appeared that the customer was washing two red comforters - one in each washer.

"Wow, that person could have saved themselves $2.50 if they had used the 35lb washer and put both of them in together. What a waste of money." she remarked quietly to herself. "I wish I had...."

Her thoughts were immediately interrupted by a strange sound that was a blend of water dripping and think bubbles that were coming one of the strangers washers. Not wanting to bring attention to herself, she remained seated, but leaned as far forward as she could toward the washer only to notice, that in addition to the strange noises, it also seemed to be leaking a bubbly reddish fluid. It was certainly not any kind of laundry soap that she'd ever seen. She decided to get up and get a closer looker.

"No! NO TOUCH!" Screamed the laundry tenant in a sharp stinging sounding voice as she flung her out from behind the counter and headed towards Candace like a fire storm out of control. 

"No touch wash! No belong to you! Move way now!"

"What's the problem? I'm only trying to help." Candace could feel her heart trying to repeatedly jump into her throat while her blood was pumping a mile a minute.

"Wash not yours!  The tenant continued to scream as she pushed her away from the washer.

This time Candace had gotten an expression, one of anguish and hate. The tenant then looked dead into her eyes while flailing her arm out and pointed in the directions of the dryers and said in an evil tone of voice, "You go dry clothes! Then you go home! No come back!"

The same cold chill that road with her from home, found its place within Candace once again. Her instinct was telling her something was wrong. While the logical side of her wishing she was home. 
"It wasn't laundry detergent coming from that washer." She thought. Then in one brief moment she let herself ponder the idea of what it could have been - immediately she could feel the hair on her body standing right up straight to accompany the chill she was now wearing as a coat. She knew what it was leaking from the washer; she knew what it was indeed - human blood.

To be continued.

 

Join me tomorrow for the conclusion to today original story

"BOdY PArTs".

What will Candace discover about the cloaked mystery person? Will she call the police?
Who's been murdered?

Will she ever get her dryer fixed?   
Don't miss out on an ending that is certainly one that will deliver this years Halloween shock and awe - guaranteed. 

You'll be thinking....what a killer story...no pun intended.
 

Happy Halloween.

 

"Night Whispers" Prologue

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. It is not endorsed or affiliated in any way with any institution, facility, or family. The story is based on places, people, and facts,

but is written entirely from my imagination.

Any use of this story in part or in whole must be approved by sending a written request to the author.

 

 

 

 

Copyright June 2013.

 

Sound effects to go with the story.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CSPVkMgiTs

 

 

 

Prologue 

The long and winding dirt road gave the grand illusion of forgotten twin paths running parallel to one another tucked deeply into the thickness of the forest that even on the brightest of days was shadowed into night. The headlights of the 1986 Jeep Wrangler shone luminously on the tree line that bordered the road and drooped heavily inward causing an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia, like being in a tunnel, as the intense rain of an unexpected thunderstorm feel straight from the sky with great abundance. At times the rain was so intense it was causing the road to wash out in places while the windshield wipers moved back and forth swiftly to keep the water from obstructing the ability to stay focused on the road ahead.

Numerous bolts of lightning intensified as they continued hitting the ground and engulfing the Jeep with sounds like fuel trucks exploding all around them, as Camille and Devon Raves continued towards their destination. They would be the first to admit that when they read the add in the newspaper, they never envisioned anything more than a quick and simple road trip to endless summer sunny days of bliss after enjoying great breakfast’s on the front porch, of what they hoped would soon to be their newly purchased lake house.

Camille had her days all planned – her hours by day consisted of nothing more than relaxing on the beach covered from head to town in a coconut scented tanning oil, sipping on a frozen tequila sunrise while reading the newest best-selling mystery thriller, “Deemed Crazy.” Her nightly entertainment would be filled with her naked body pressed against Devon’s as they enjoyed their location of seclusion while indulging in intimate moments and passionate kissing while occasionally gazing upon the stars in a hammock suspended between two very mature oak trees.

Devon had a different outlook on what his days would consist of. He was an avid fisherman and his goal was to hook the biggest lake trout this side of the Mason Dixon line. As for sexual pleasures, to him a hammock was too much work to experience the maximum fulfillment he so desired, but a thick furry rug in front of a crackling fire place, a bottle of patron, and Camille lying by his side for him to explore her body to the peak of climax - would suit him just fine.

The sound of the storm was very hypnotic for the both of them creating an eerie silence in the vehicle.

BANG! Both of them flinched.

“Wow that was a bit to close.” Camille exclaimed as she tried to pull herself together and push her rising stress level out of her mind. “I never was one for extreme thunderstorms. All I can imagine are huge funnel clouds creating havoc on innocent citizens when they least expect it.

“You can say that again!”

“Where in the world did you get these directions?  There is no way this road is on Map Quest. Isn’t there a highway or some other way to the lake house?”

“These were the directions that the home owners gave to me. They insisted that it took about two hours off the trip.”

“Yeah…but the storm added three hours. Was it a guy or a girl who gave them to you?”

“What does it matter if it was a guy or girl who gave me the directions? But if you have to know it was a women and her name was Jillian Russell; she seemed nice and seemed confident that this was the best route. "

“I guess.”

“Come on Camille where is that sense of adventure? And you know the lady can’t predict the weather, even the weather men can predict the weather. I bet if she had known it was going to be bad going, she’d have told us another way."

"OK, Devon lets talk about something else." clearly the tone of her voice implied that it was time for a new topic.

"Sweetie, I know you’re discouraged and with it being so dark it seems like it has taken us forever. Let look on the bright side, Mrs. Russell did say there was as small town just before the lake house location. She also said it had a bar. What do you say we stop for a drink and some wings? I’m buying.” He said with a smile as he reached for her hand to comfort her.

Immediately she felt safe as he stoked her hand and then squeezed it tightly. “Anything sounds great right now. I just want out of this weather.”

“It’s going to be OK. If thing were always easy, everyone would be buying a lake house…Right?” He chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love….”

“Holy Crap! Do you see that!?”  Devon shouted out.

“See what?” questioned Camille instantly spooked by Devon’s immediate sense of panic.

“Something is in the road up ahead. Do you see it? Do you see it?”

“In this weather, babe I think it’s just a reflection of the lights on the wet trees.”

He twitched and squirmed almost like a man who had just be given a brand new 4x4 truck for free and had been instructed to take it for a spin. “Camille, I’m telling you that there is something on the road ahead…can’t you see it?”

“No! Devon I don’t like this! Stop trying to scare me!”

He suddenly slammed on the clutch and breaks and threw the jeep in neutral and peered out of the wind as he sat motionlessly fixated on a ghostly image that only he could see and appeared to be floating in mid-air.

“Devon?” she cried out, “Devon! What are you doing?”

He then turned to her with a blank stare in his eyes yet spoke not a word. It was clear that whatever he had seen and had him feeling anxious had now turned to shear fear. When he turned to look back towards the road the image was gone.

She was careful when she softly spoke his name again, “Devon? Are you alright?”

He nodded his head up and down while slowly turning back to look at Camille. His face was pale as beads of sweat dripped off his brow. His hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel. He tried to speak but the words could not find any tone.

“Devon, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”

Dazed and confused, he began to find the ability to speak, yet only in a whisper, “It was my father…I saw my father." He shook his head in disbelief and then continued to speak with a bit more tone, "I’m sure it was him, I saw the flower I made him and that my mother pinned to his lapel on the suit that she dressed him in for the funeral. I know that was my father.”

"But how can that be?" questioned Camille,  "He’s passed away ten years ago."

 

Camille reached her hand out slowly to touch his arm, trying to provide him some sense of comfort, but clearly unsure what to do or say. Whatever he had seen, it had clearly affected him in a traumatic way. As she was starting to ask him a question, their vehicle was impacted by large object followed by an overwhelming shaking.

“DRIVE DEVON DRIVE!” Camille screamed.  

He stomped on the gas pedal while grinding into first gear and quickly sped off into the darkness of the storm paying no mind to anything that may cross their path. His thought process now – If something gets in my way again, I’m running it over.”

The mud from the washed away sections of the road cascaded from the tires in massive arch before hitting the ground as Devon did his best to control the jeep, while driving at a dangerously high rate of speed, on a road that neither had ever been on before. Sounds of the standard engine that had been set to four-wheel drive pierced the rain as they did their best to get back to civilization of the small town that the seller spoke of. Yet at this point, any town would do, just as long as they were off this road of craziness once and for all.