Thursday, March 29, 2018

THE BEST UFOS OF JAN 2018

Carrying on this theme today just because. I've never seen a UFO myself, but I'd like to. I think. In the first clip in this video, it looks a lot like three planes in a holding pattern at an airport. I see something similar all the time, since I work at an air field.

The International Space station clip is kind of fun. Looks like one meteorite heading straight to earth (look out, Cleveland) but the one going across the horizon (is it still a horizon in space?) is kind of interesting.

What do you think? Do you have any photos or video clips to share? This video comes from OF SOUND MIND AND BODY.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

UFO VIDEO with JEFF WILLES

As some of you may know, I am a casual listener of an indie radio show called SPACED OUT RADIO, captained by a fellow named Dave Scott who hails from somewhere in the mountains of British Columbia.

Dave was away at a UFO conference in California when I happened to listen to his alternate host Joe Rupe as he interviewed a fellow by the name of Jeff Willes, who hails from Arizona where the skies are big and blue and there seems to be a lot of um... activity.

My recent renewal of UFO interest was triggered by a friend of mine who recently saw something mysterious over the skies of Pitt Meadows, a borough of Vancouver, BC. It excited (and scared) him enough to report the sighting to UFOBC. He didn't get a great video of it, even though he tried, because that's not always the first thing you think about when you see something like that, i.e. pulling over and grabbing your phone. At least some of us don't.

But Joe Rupe's guest Jeff Willes does like to film them. So here's a video from YouTube of some of the things he has caught via camera.


Jeff was an entertaining guest on the show that night, and I think he can talk forever about the unexplained things he has caught on film/video.

You can learn more about Jeff at his website ufosoverphoenix.com/ to learn more or obtain copies of his videos.

You can learn more about the radio show spacedoutradio.com at that link. I tend to listen to re-broadcasts on Spreaker.com.

Happy travels, all.

Thursday, March 22, 2018

INTERVIEW WITH KWEN D. GRIFFETH (Shadow of the Moon)



What a treat for us today. Author Kwen D. Griffeth is in the house to answer a few questions for us and talk about SHADOW OF THE MOON.

SC:.Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

KDG: There are two characters that share that billing.  One is Andee Trakes, a tough, determined FBI agent with a bit of a chip on her shoulder as she feels she has been punished.  She is assigned to the UN Building in NYC where her job is more political than investigational.  She is called to the murder scene of a diplomat’s son and the execution appears to be the killing of a werewolf.  Against her objections, she is ordered to meet with a Professor Alwyn Lloyd, a history professor who specializes in folklore and legends.  He also happens to be a werewolf.  Andee is forced to work with Lloyd even though she thinks he is a phony.

SC:.Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

KDG: Yes, I do.  One evening, I was home alone in the house where my grandmother died.  When I was a small child she was bed-ridden and she would send me to the orchard to get her apples to eat.  She would peel and quarter them.  It was our treat.  She passed and I grew into my teenage years.  I was on the phone to a girl and the door to the bedroom my grandmother died in opened.  I watched it.  As it opened, the house was filled with the scent of fresh apple.  This happened in the middle of January.

SC: Scents are a big part of the paranormal world. Thanks for sharing that. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

KDG: I just finished the second draft of the third book in a police drama/murder mystery series.  It is currently at the editor.  I am preparing to start on the second book in this series and it will be called Reflection of the Moon.

SC: Thanks for taking time out of your busy schedule to chat with us. Let's take a look at your novel now.


Shadow of the Moon
Shadow Series
Book One
Kwen D Griffeth

Genre: Fantasy/Murder/Romance

Date of Publication: Oct 31, 2017

ASIN: B075XCD516

Number of pages: 336
Word Count: 96042

Cover Artist: Stefanie Cassidy

Tagline: A Fantasy about Love, Murder, and Werewolves

Book Description:

The grisly murder of a diplomat’s son in Central Park draw NYPD Detective Gerald Meeker and FBI Special Agent Andee Trakes into a twisted and confusing investigation. Within hours, the evidence indicates the man was executed in the manner saved for werewolves. Andee Trakes is assigned to liaison with a history professor, who is an expert on folklore and legends.

Professor Alwyn Lloyd, handsome, articulate and successful, not only agrees the method of death was indeed an execution, he claims to be a werewolf. Andee is torn between the desire to date the man and the suspicion to arrest him.

From the initial killing in the park, a bloody spree is ignited that soon has Andee and Lloyd forced to work together to protect themselves and family members. 

Shadow of the Moon explores the world of werewolves and paints a picture of what is good about them, as well as bad. The story explains what is beautiful as well as ugly about the wolf.

The story is fast paced and full of interesting characters and several twists and turns to keep both the fantasy as well as the suspense and romance enthusiasts entertained.



Excerpt:

“I’m Professor Lloyd’s assistant. Is he expecting you?” Her smile never wavered, though the hand dropped to her side.
“No, as I said, I’m with the FBI, and we don’t normally make appointments.”
Miranda, with smile still in place, walked to the door leading to the professor’s office as she said, “Let me check with him, but I’m sure he will be able to meet with you. I keep his appointment calendar, so I know he’s not overly busy.”
“Hey, I was here first, and I’ve waited thirty minutes.”
Trakes turned back to the office and noticed a blonde had stood to announce her displeasure. She tried to show her indignation with the agent, but her glare fell short.
Trakes smiled at the student and held out her FBI credentials for the blonde to see.
“I’m with the FBI, sweetie. We get cuts.”
Behind her, she heard Miranda say, “Sit down, Shelly, you know as well as I do the professor won’t change your grade.”
Trakes turned back to Miranda and waved the credentials one more time.
“These are really the only announcement I need, but thank you. I’ll just pop in. Then the professor and I will get acquainted.”
Before Miranda could object, the agent turned and stepped through the door.
Her first impression of the office was the desk. It was large, made of wood and appeared antique. The floor was wood, with a large rug that covered most of it. Like the outer office, this one was also wainscoted with dark wood paneling. Opposed to the other space, this one was painted an off-white the rest of the way to the 10-foot ceiling. Again, keeping with the theme set by the outer office, this one also had pictures and paintings on every wall. Bookcases, shelves and glass cases flanked the desk, with two chairs centered in front of it. A two-person sofa along the wall to the left and a coffee table finished the décor. Professor Lloyd sat behind the desk.
He studied papers with his head lowered, and her first glimpse of him took in the breadth of his shoulders and his hair. It was thick and dark, almost black down the center of the head, but shaded to grey by the time it reached the man’s ears. It was combed back, but a natural part down the center caused it to fall to each side. She wondered what it felt like, then forced herself to refocus.
As she stepped through the door, Trakes announced, “Good afternoon, I’m…”
He looked up from his papers.
The eyes were a pale blue. Ice blue. The shade of blue used to sell breath mints, and her intake of air seemed fresher as it travelled to her lungs. The eyes were hard and unwelcoming. Andee wished she had waited to be announced. She stepped into the room and tripped on the edge of the rug. She whispered a curse, caught her balance, held her blush to a minimum and muttered an apology.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
Those eyes, still focused on her, softened enough to indicate his irritation at the interruption had grown into a mild curiosity. As he studied her, he allowed an eyebrow to raise and his head to cant to one side. She suddenly felt exposed, and her blush from the ungainly entry deepened. Her heart paused, and then quickened. Her stomach tickled, then settled into nervousness. Her underarms damped and a question about deodorant flashed through her mind. She tried again to introduce herself, but discovered she had forgotten her name.
“Professor, I’m…a…I’m…”
Her words came in a small squeak. It may have been the squeak a mouse makes when she sees the hawk dive, but it was certainly the squeak of prey. She froze. The corners of his mouth turned.
“Uncle Alwyn, you stop this. Stop it, right now.”
The commands came from Miranda, and the professor looked past Trakes to his niece, who was standing in the doorway. As he broke eye contact, Andee gulped air. She realized she’d forgotten to breathe.
“Uncle Alwyn, I’m ashamed of you,” Miranda continued, and she took Andee’s arm and assisted her to one of the chairs in front of the desk. Andee smiled her gratitude as she felt dizzy. She looked up at the assistant, who smiled down at her.
“Don’t mind my uncle. He does that sometimes. It’s because he is an Alpha.”
“He’s a what?”
Andee felt as if she was clearing a fog.
“He’s an Alpha, and sometimes he takes advantage.”

“An Alpha? Is that a fraternity?”

About the Author:

Winner of Readers' Favorite Silver Award for Historical Fiction/Western, Kwen knew he wanted to be a writer when he was fourteen years old. He felt the urge when he finished Earnest Hemingway’s masterpiece “For Whom The Bell Tolls.” The story touched him in a way no other book ever had. It transported a kid born and raised on a farm and ranch in Idaho to the mountains of Spain. It took him back in time forty years to witness the Spanish Civil War. Kwen knew he wanted to share that wonder with other people.

John Lennon said, “Life is what happens while you make other plans.” While Kwen lived a full and varied life, his dream of writing remained in the back of his mind.

Finally, in 2012, he wrote a novella named Dear Emma. He self-published through Amazon and asked people to read it. “The best way to see if I can write is to let people check it out,” he said. Like it, they did. Currently, Dear Emma enjoys a 4.8 out of 5 stars rating on Amazon. 

Often asked what genre he writes, Kwen replies he writes stories about people and uses the genre that best fits the story. “I think of the genre, or setting as another character that interacts to help tell the story,” he says. 

His most often received and constant comment is how real his characters seem. Upon the completion of his historical fiction trilogy Sam and Laura books, a reader telephoned Kwen and directed him to write more stories about the couple. When asked why the reader was so adamant about more stories, he replied he “wasn’t ready to tell Sam and Laura good bye yet.” 
Kwen considers that comment one of his highest compliments.

Kwen’s books are getting some attention from the literary community. The Law of Moses, the Silver Award winner from Readers' Favorite, and The Tenth Nail both received the Gold Award from Literary Titan Book Review. In addition, The Law of Moses was awarded five 5 Star Reviews from the reviewers of Readers' Favorite.

Kwen’s books are available in several formats; e-Book, paperback, and audio. He invites you to check his writings out. Who knows? He might become your next favorite author.





Wednesday, March 21, 2018

INTERVIEW WITH D.C. GAMBEL



 

We're luck to have author DC Gambel drop in today. Her latest release is now on tour and Supernatural Central is a stop along the ride.

SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

DCG: Evie is a sheltered person who discovers a strength she never knew that she always had. She’s let what she believes to be a curse, rule her only to discover that it is a gift that can help her save the world.

SC: I need a gift that will help me save the world. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

DCG: In a way I suppose I do. Vampires and Werewolves? Not so much, although I wish since they’re an obsession for me. I’ve had a few experiences that make me wonder. One of which was a strong case of déjà vu where I actually knew what was going to happen seconds before it did because I had dreamt it the night before. I’d like to say it was something life changing, but it was just a conversation a group of friends were having.

SC: Déjà vu  or claircognisance? Hmm...what other titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

DCG: I’m currently working on book two in the Horsemen Chronicles, Obsidian. I don’t yet have a release date. I’m also preparing to release the final book in my Edge of Forever series, The Prophecy, April 17th. I don’t like working on multiple series at once, but prefer to finish one before moving on.

SC: Then we'll let you get back at it. Let's take a look at your novel.

Awakened
The Horsemen Chronicles
Book One
D.C. Gambel



Genre: Urban Fantasy


Date of Publication: March 16, 2018

ISBN: 1981137491
ASIN: B079FRN2WQ

Number of pages: 391
Word Count: 96k

Tagline: My vulnerability, that’s kept me secluded from the world, is now the one thing that can save it.

Book Description:

Evie has lived most of her life as a recluse, terrified that she might hurt someone. On her twenty-first birthday she meets Derek who informs her there’s a reason behind her gifts.

As someone that had to spend her entire life avoiding human contact, learning the truth about her origins as one of the Four Horsemen was a hard pill to swallow. Especially once she realizes that her fellow Horsemen are the only people she’d ever met that can withstand her touch.

The struggle to overcome her seclusion becomes very real when Evie discovers an attraction has sprung up between herself and one of her fellow Horsemen. Nothing good can come from pursuing the allure, especially when she knows that it not only would jeopardize her team, but her heart as well.



Excerpt:

“Break it down for us, Cam.”
“I met my informant last night,” he said, leaning between the opening of the front seats. I angled myself to face him so I could hear him better. “He claims that Axel Reese, pack alpha of Summery, was contacted by Asmodeus.”
There was a swirl of profanities, but I was clueless to why. So I asked.
“Asmodeus is one of the seven princes of hell. He’s also the prince of lust. Apparently they were rumored to have met the night the succubus attacked the fraternity party,” Cam went on to explain.
“I’m sure that was no coincidence,” Tyler muttered. “I thought the succubi broke off from Asmodeus decades ago when he started demanding that they worship him as a god.”
“They did, but with the seals being broken the demons of lust are returning to their master in hopes he can protect them from the apocalypse. They don’t even realize that he’ll use them a cannon fodder to save his ass. If Axel really did meet with Asmodeus we need to be prepared for a shift in the packs loyalty.”
“Why not just go to Asmodeus first?” Derek asked keeping his eyes forward.
“Axel would be a lot easier to handle then walking in to Phoenix.”
“Phoenix?” I asked.
“It’s a demon club,” Tyler answered. “We don’t get the warmest reception. Asmodeus owns it.”
“Stole it is more like it,” Derek chimed in. He glanced at me. Seeing the quizzical look he elaborated. “It used to be a safe haven for the powers of good. Demons attacked it as a distraction for whoever is breaking the seals. The club has been in demon hands for almost three decades after two centuries of it being in the hands of good. Only positive thing is the demons can’t put up their wards to keep us out.”
“They’ve tried,” Tyler announced.
“Yes they have,” Cam agreed. All three men chuckled and I felt like I was being left out of the joke.
“Hair of the dog?” I asked when we pulled up outside the dive bar. “I thought you were joking.”
Cam chuckled. “They’re not the most creative bunch.” His hand found the small of my back as we headed to the door. I could feel its warmth seeping though the fabric of my shirt almost like it was melting it away until his skin touched mine. I shook my head subtly clearing those thoughts. “You stay near one of us and we’ll make sure no one touches you. What skin is exposed no one should be touching anyways unless they’re looking for trouble.” The other two nodded in agreement.



About the Author:


D.C. Gambel is a mother, army wife, and a hopeless romantic. Romance has always been her genre of choice whether it’s contemporary, historical, paranormal, or even pushing towards erotica in both reading and writing. When she first decided to try her hand at writing, romance was the obvious choice. Getting lost in a different world, living unimaginable lives is something she strives for, even if it’s just a temporary enjoyment.







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Thursday, March 8, 2018

INTERVIEW WITH MARIAH ANKENMAN (Daemon Deception)


 
March is shaping up to be a busy month here at Supernatural Central. I'm looking forward to the cherry blossoms. The alders coming into bloom? Not so much. Achoo.
 
 
With us today is author Mariah Ankenman, here to tell us about her new release, Daemon Deception.
 

SC:  Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
MA: The heroine is a Witch named Celia. She’s incredibly intelligent and uses her brain more than her magical powers. She has a traumatic past that still affects her to this day, but she vows to protect the innocent and fight for good.
SC: Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
MA: I believe everything in life is made up of energy and therefore never ceases to exist, but simply changes form. I don’t necessarily believe in ghosts or vampires in the traditional sense, but I do believe there is a lot in this world we can’t explain and a lot undiscovered. Anything is possible, just perhaps not in the way we assume.
SC: I think there's a theory of relativity buried in there somewhere. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
MA: Currently I’m in final edits of Daemon Reckoning, the third book in the Daemon series.
SC: Well then we'd better let you get back to it. Thanks for stopping by today.

Daemon Deception

Daemon Series

Book Two

Mariah Ankenman



Genre: Paranormal Romance


Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: March 3rd, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-5092-1716-8  
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1717-5
ASIN: B079K8CCSY
Number of pages: 268

Word Count: 64,965

Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor

Tagline: Who do you trust when those closest betray you?

Book Description:

As a witch, and one of the smartest scientists around, Celia’s job is to help the Enforcers defeat evil. Her latest task is to decipher the new language of the Kakodaemons. It should be easy, but she finds it nearly impossible with the demanding, frustratingly attractive council head breathing down her neck.

Euadaemon Damien has been called tough, but he’s tasked with protecting the innocent and war is brewing. He recruits Celia Dahl. Though he needs her brain, he finds much more about the sexy woman appealing.

As they work together, they find themselves engaged in more than just a working relationship. But even those closest can hide dark deceptions. Celia and Damien discover sacrifices must be made if there is hope for humanity and love.



Excerpt:
“What do you need?” he asked, once he reached her side, bag in hand.
“There’s a vial inside. A potion I made to lessen the effects of the blood curse. I took one before I broke the spell, but I’m not sure it did much good.”
As horrible as her wounds were, he suspected her potion did help. If Racine’s account was accurate, the blood curse could have been a lot worse. “This?” He held up a glass tube with blue liquid inside, so bright it almost glowed in the dark room.
“Yes,” she panted, clearly in pain. “Pour it directly onto my wounds.”
He hesitated. “Will it hurt?”
She managed a small shrug. “It can’t hurt any worse than it does now.”
If he ever discovered the Sorcerer who created this blood curse, he would put him or her in the ground. After he made them bleed, a lot. Removing the stopper, he tipped the vial over her wounds. The blue, shimmering potion dropped into the deep gashes and started to bubble. Celia sucked in a sharp breath.
“Does it hurt?”
She giggled. “No. It tickles.”
Odd, but better than hurting. If he had his way, Celia would never feel any pain again.
He watched in amazement as the potion bubbled and sparked. Before his eyes, her wounds started to shrink. The skin began to knit itself together. In just a few short minutes, those deep, raw cuts reduced to three long, thin scars. The skin remained red and tender, but the wounds had closed.
“Wow.”
“Did it work?”
“Baby, you are one amazing Witch.”
A smiled tipped her lips as her cheeks tinged a tempting pink. She rolled to her side, then winced and rolled back.
“Well, it’s better. That’s a start. I guess I’ll have to sleep on my stomach tonight.” She frowned and he found the expression adorable. “I hate sleeping on my stomach. I can never fall asleep that way. It’s so uncomfortable.”
He stood and started to unbutton his shirt.
“Damien?”
He didn’t answer, just continued to undress until he was down to his boxers. Then he slipped into bed with her and pulled her onto his chest.
“There. Better?”
She buried her face in his chest. “Much.”

Careful of her back, he wrapped his arms around her and immediately realized his mistake. Celia was naked. He’d removed her clothes himself, but had been too distracted by her wounds to notice or appreciate her nudity. He noticed it now. Silky, soft flesh pressed against every inch of his body. Her firm breasts smashed against his chest, and he felt her nipples begin to harden. One leg draped across his groin, moving slowly back and forth. Yeah, he noticed all right. If the rising tent in his boxers was any indication, he appreciated it, too.


About the Author:

RWA® Golden Heart® Nominated author Mariah Ankenman lives in the beautiful Rocky Mountains with her two rambunctious daughters and loving husband who provides ample inspiration for her heart-stopping heroes.

Since 2016 Mariah has published seven books and doesn’t plan on stopping any time soon. Whether she’s writing hometown heroes or sexy supernaturals, Mariah loves to lose herself in a world of words. Her favorite thing about writing is when she can make someone’s day a little brighter with one of her books.


Twitter: @mariahankenman



I'd like to also give a shout out to Bewitching Book tours for introducing us to Mariah.

Friday, March 2, 2018

INTERVIEW WITH CHRIS SORENSEN (The Nightmare Room)


 
 
Oh man...aren't nightmares bad enough? Do we need to dedicate a room to them? I'm a bit scared already. Luckily we have Chris Sorensen here today to chat with us and calm our nerves for a few moments.

SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
CS: Much like myself, Peter Lawson is an audiobook narrator. He and his wife Hannah have just gone through an extremely rough patch in their life, so when the opportunity to pick up and leave New York for rural Illinois presents itself, they jump at it. Peter’s been through a lot and he’s near his breaking point.
Peter and Hannah are in two different spaces when we first meet them. Hannah, though beaten down, is ready to move forward. Peter, on the other hand, feels himself drawn toward the past—both his own personal past and the history of the house they end up inhabiting. If you met him on a good day, in a good year, you’d love Peter. But meeting him in the timeline of The Nightmare Room, one has to wonder what’s really going on beneath the surface.

SC: I would think, being an audio book narrator, that you need to make things spooky from time to time. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

CS: This may sound like a made up scenario, but I swear it isn’t. I used to be friends with a family that owned a hotel out in Colorado that used to be a hospital back in the 1890’s. Each room still bears the name of that room’s former function—Maternity Room, Convalescent Room, etc. I stayed there a few days all by myself. The hotel closed for the winter, and I was directing a show in town. I used to have to lock myself into the hotel at night. No joke.
One night as I lay alone in this two-story hotel, I heard a rustling sound at the foot of the bed. I looked down I could swear I saw a shadow hunched down, peering at me between my feet.

I turned on the light (no, ALL the lights) and stayed up all night. Others have experienced similar during their stays, but I’d rather not mention the name of the place. Let visitors find out for themselves.
SC:  That sounds like it might keep you up for the rest of the night. Speaking of made up scenarios, what titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

CS: I’m busy writing The Hungry Ones, the follow-up to The Nightmare Room. I’m also mapping out a new middle grade book (sci fi) as well as two other stand-alone horror novels. There just aren’t enough hours in the day…or the night!
SC: Thanks so much for dropping by today, Chris. Let's take a look at your book now.
The Nightmare Room
The Messy Man Series
Book One
Chris Sorensen
         
Genre: Paranormal Fiction

Publisher: Harmful Monkey Press

Date of Publication: 1/25/2018

ISBN: 978-0998342412
ASIN: B07943P5S8

Number of pages: 273
Word Count: 45,000

Tagline: The past is always present in the Nightmare Room.

Book Description:

A boy in a basement, a man in a booth and a darkness that threatens to swallow them both...

New York audiobook narrator Peter Larson and his wife Hannah head to his hometown of Maple City to help Peter's ailing father and to put a recent tragedy behind them. Though the small, Midwestern town seems the idyllic place to start afresh, Peter and Hannah will soon learn that evil currents flow beneath its surface.

They move into an old farmhouse on the outskirts of town—a house purchased by Peter's father at auction and kept secret until now—and start to settle into their new life.

But as Peter sets up his recording studio in a small basement room, disturbing things begin to occur—mysterious voices haunt audio tracks, malevolent shadows creep about the house. And when an insidious presence emerges from the woodwork, Peter must face old demons in order to save his family and himself.


Excerpt:
The man threw open the basement door. A rush of mildewed air rose up from the darkness, like the hideous breath of some subterranean thing. He flicked on the light, and the cascade of descending stairs came into view. Among their number was the treacherous one midway down, the one that bent like a bow at the slightest weight.
“Are you going down on your own or do I have to make you?”
The boy looked up at his father. The anger that had fueled him thus far was fading, seemingly sapped by the trip from the boy’s bedroom. Instead, his father looked pained. If he didn’t know better, he might think the Old Man was about to cry. But his father had said he was tired. Dead tired. And perhaps it was as simple as that.
"I'll go," the boy whispered, and he took the first tentative step down.
The change in temperature was immediate; it was like diving into a cold pool. He took another step down, and another.
He paused on the third step and looked back at his father. The bare bulb above paled the man’s countenance. The grey circles under his eyes made him look like he’d been bludgeoned.
“Git!” the Old Man snarled. The boy went. When he reached the sagging step, he stopped, took a breath and leaped over it. His heel hit the lip of the next step, but the wood was damp, and the boy came down hard on his butt.
“Get some sleep. And no more dreams.”
As if he could help it.
His father closed the door, and the lock clicked. It would not open again until morning.
The boy descended the final few stairs and stepped onto the floor. Ice-cold cement sucked heat from his soles. He squinted, trying to adjust to the dark.
The usefulness of the light bulb ended a few feet into the basement. And there was no more source of light until he reached the…
The gears in his head ground to a halt, stopping short of allowing the dreaded name to be uttered.
He started picking out objects around him. The solemn metal face of the furnace, a stack of water softener salt bags, the frame of an old bicycle.
Straight ahead lay a distance of twenty or so feet before he'd come to a door. Three-quarters of that stretch was in pitch black. To get to the door, to get to the room, he had to dash through the darkness until his hand found the doorknob. Then, he would throw the door open, reach to his right, flip the wall switch and presto. An island of light in an ocean of black.
He girded himself for the sprint.
“One…two…”
He hesitated…but why? He’d already made this run two times this week. Both Monday and Thursday, he’d awakened screaming, bringing down the Old Man’s wrath, and sending him here. To the penalty box. To time out. To the Night—
“Three!”
The boy startled at the sound of his own voice, and he lurched into motion. He hurtled into the darkness, his feet slapping the floor, echoing off the walls in hollow applause.
He bumped into something and spun, temporarily throwing himself and his inner compass off balance. He skidded across the floor and came to a stop.
Heart pounding in his chest, he quickly located the lit stairs off to his left. He made a rapid calculation and turned to face the invisible pathway to the room. He bolted, coming to a halt only when he slammed head-on into the door.
His hand floundered before finding the knob. He launched into his practiced routine. Open door, flip switch, step inside.
In seconds, the boy slipped into the room and slammed the door shut. A pink light overhead bathed him in imaginary warmth—he had made it.
He stepped back and sank into the waiting beanbag chair, facing the door. The small room with its mint green walls and rollaway bed felt almost welcoming, an odd feeling for a place that was meant as a punishment.
The boy pulled a quilt from the bed and wrapped it around him tight. For the first time in his life, he felt safe here in this room—in the Nightmare Room.
Because he hadn’t bumped into something out there in the dark. He had bumped into someone.
He was almost certain of it.
He kept one eye on the door as the minutes hummed past on the illuminated clock on the nightstand. He busied himself with crayon and paper, doodling to keep his mind quiet. Soon, his vision began to flutter; the room began to strobe. And, in the space between two breaths, the boy sank into his beanbag chair and fell into a fitful sleep.
The doorknob twitched.
The boy bolted upright. He pressed back into the chair. His whole body started shivering, and he feared he would wet himself for the second time that night.
A thought…no, a voice crept into his head.
Coming in.
The door quivered as if someone was leaning against it, trying to stifle a laugh. Nails scratched against the wood.
“Dad?” the boy whispered.
The door shuddered.
“Is that you?” Knowing it was not.
Coming…
“Please don’t.”
Coming…
“No.”
Coming…
“No!”
In.





About the Author:

Chris Sorensen spends many days and nights locked away inside his own nightmare room. He is the narrator of over 200 audiobooks (including the award-winning The Missing series by Margaret Peterson Haddix) and the recipient of three AudioFile Earphone Awards. Over the past fifteen years, the Butte Theater and Thin Air Theatre Company in Cripple Creek, Colorado have produced dozens of his plays including Dr. Jekyll’s Medicine Show, Werewolves of Poverty Gulch and The Vampire of Cripple Creek. He is the author of the middle grade book The Mad Scientists of New Jersey and has written numerous screenplay including Suckerville, Bee Tornado and The Roswell Project.



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SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
CS: Much like myself, Peter Lawson is an audiobook narrator. He and his wife Hannah have just gone through an extremely rough patch in their life, so when the opportunity to pick up and leave New York for rural Illinois presents itself, they jump at it. Peter’s been through a lot and he’s near his breaking point.
Peter and Hannah are in two different spaces when we first meet them. Hannah, though beaten down, is ready to move forward. Peter, on the other hand, feels himself drawn toward the past—both his own personal past and the history of the house they end up inhabiting. If you met him on a good day, in a good year, you’d love Peter. But meeting him in the timeline of The Nightmare Room, one has to wonder what’s really going on beneath the surface.
SC: I would think, being an audio book narrator, that you need to make things spooky from time to time. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
CS: This may sound like a made up scenario, but I swear it isn’t. I used to be friends with a family that owned a hotel out in Colorado that used to be a hospital back in the 1890’s. Each room still bears the name of that room’s former function—Maternity Room, Convalescent Room, etc. I stayed there a few days all by myself. The hotel closed for the winter, and I was directing a show in town. I used to have to lock myself into the hotel at night. No joke.
One night as I lay alone in this two-story hotel, I heard a rustling sound at the foot of the bed. I looked down I could swear I saw a shadow hunched down, peering at me between my feet.
I turned on the light (no, ALL the lights) and stayed up all night. Others have experienced similar during their stays, but I’d rather not mention the name of the place. Let visitors find out for themselves.
SC:  That sounds like it might keep you up for the rest of the night. Speaking of made up scenarios, what titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
CS: I’m busy writing The Hungry Ones, the follow-up to The Nightmare Room. I’m also mapping out a new middle grade book (sci fi) as well as two other stand-alone horror novels. There just aren’t enough hours in the day…or the night!
SC: Thanks so much for dropping by today, Chris. Let's take a look at your book now.