When Chrys asks her brother Spencer for help to clean a foreclosed house for the bank, neither expects their lives to be on the line. It’s supposed to be a simple Sunday: take pictures…clean out the house…collect the cash. Chrys and Spencer are plunged into a fight for their lives when the house reveals unspeakable horrors.
…Sometimes things in the light are even more deadly.
One of the writers I have always looked up to is Stephen King. I will first admit that I am not a huge fan of his novels. I’m scared of the dark and scared of the thoughts that build in my head when I’m in the dark, but I have read a few and seen most of the movies based on his novels. One thing I really enjoy about them is finding the little connections between the novels. For instance there is an organization called The Shop which shows up in a few of his novels or is just mentioned as being the reason for whatever freaky stuff happens. A character from his novel THE SHINING appears in a flashback in the novel IT. Then, also from IT, the character Eddie Kaspbrak’s family used to live next door to Paul Sheldon’s family who is the main character in MISERY. The list goes on and on so much that people have made ever growing flowcharts dedicated to it.
I accidentally started connecting my novels together with tiny tidbits from the start. In RED ISLAND one character is reading a novel I wrote 14 years ago and will be publishing later this year. In RED SERGE some characters listen to a CD purchased from a singer at the Farmers’ Market. On the CD is a song called RED ISLAND.
In THE CISTERN I took the connections a little further. The female singer who sold the CD’s in Serge is a full blown character this time around. She is found in a cinderblock room along with the dead body of another woman. When Spencer and Chrys find her they also find a case of her CD’s. Back in Serge, it is also mentioned about a cook coming to work at The Alcrest Gastropub which is more than the central setting in THE CISTERN. It is a character in itself.
As time goes on there are going to be more connections from one novel to the next. The hardest part is making a connection to a novel that has not even been written yet. Though I am working on it. My thriller and mystery series will be coming together when characters from the other show up at THE ALCREST.
There are a couple other connections in THE CISTERN to my other novels, but you’ll have to check them out to find them.
Maeve Campbell’s head snapped up. The back of her cranium bounced off one cinder block wall then another. For one brief confused moment she didn’t know where she was. Then the smell hit her and her body shivered with violence. Was the smell worse? Was the water colder? Was that woman’s body still out there in the dark?
She had been dreaming. She actually fell asleep sitting in the corner. And she dreamed. There were daisies again, only this time they were woven in and out of her long blond hair. Her mother always said Maeve belonged in the sixties, a flower child reborn. She stood on a beach and her bare feet dug into the sand as the ocean's waves came over them. A strand of green seaweed wrapped around her calf. She wore a shear red dress that flowed with the wind and danced on the surface of the water. You could see the outline of her body when the light was right. Her guitar hung from one hand beside her.
The rotting smell was back. There were no flowers in her hair, no seaweed around her leg. She saw nothing in the darkness.
What made her waken? There was no water dripping from the pipe. She struggled to hear if there were any sounds, but the hits to her head made it ring from inside her skull. Perhaps she just woke because it was time. She longed to be back in her dream.
What was that? There was a sound. She knew the top of this room had a wood ceiling and above that was another. Was it all the way up there? Was it all in her head? Was it Enid? Maybe she had come back to life and wanted revenge for being eaten.
There was the sound again. Footsteps? It was so faint she could barely hear it over the ringing. Her heart pounded. It was him. Maybe he was back to kill her. Maybe he was back to finally do the things she feared the most. She knew some of what he had done to the other woman. Her body ached from the games he had played already. She felt so week.
She pushed away from the corner. Maeve didn’t want this to go on.
More sounds came from above, something along the floor. Something scraped like it was dragged. Another woman?
He’s found another. If he had another girl to play with then this might be Maeve’s last chance. She was going to be held under the water.
She rolled forward onto her hands and knees and began crawling through the water. She couldn’t see, but knew where the trap door was. She had to get under it, behind it almost so that she would still be in the shadows when the door opened. Her hand fell on the leg of the dead woman. Enid. Her hand flinched away. She gently put her hand back on the body and followed down the leg to her toes. At the far wall she let her hands crawl upward until she was standing. Her weak legs wobbled beneath her. Her ankle was in violent pain. Unless she was lucky, she wasn’t going to win. Maeve knew her only chance was to grab him when he looked in with his flashlight. All of the possibilities played through her mind. Either way she was going to fight. She was going to claw and scratch and kick and bite until either she killed him or he ended it. She widened her stance, arms out to keep balance.
Where was he?
She felt an almost excitement growing inside her. She had tried to be nice to everyone her entire life, but she was going to kill the next person that came through that trap door.
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