Jerry’s house was a simple ranch style three bedroom two bath house. His parents had one of the extra rooms and I got the other. Up to this very moment, I had never considered why we so seldom spent time here. His place was neat, orderly and sparsely accessorized with modern style furnishings. Soon I would be living here with him. I examined the place with my wifey eyes. The house was cold and impersonal, devoid of anything that might say, “I’m Jerry and this is my humble home”. His walls were near bear with the exception of his forty inch plasma hanging from the living room wall. It is commonly known that your home is a reflection of who you are. At this juncture, I asked myself who is Jerry? A one dimensional man. Is this the man I am getting ready to marry? I will have to add some color and life into this dismal but orderly home.
The bedroom I stayed in had a twin bed with starched flat sheets that felt cold and inflexible against my back. Unable to sleep, I moseyed into the kitchen for a drink. Everyone else was asleep and an ambiguous silence fell through the air and surrounded me. I felt like I was in a dream lurking around a haunted home. With every step I expected a poltergeist to sail down from the ceiling and take charge of my body or find a zombie hunkered in a corner eating Jerry’s flesh.
In the kitchen I rummaged through his refrigerator watching my back the entire time. The contents inside were catalogued into groups, and unopened like he never ate. His cabinets were the same, all labels facing out and nothing out of place, creepy. A breeze against my back told me I wasn’t alone. I turned slowly and my ghost sat at the table, her head down and dark hair flowing long and twisted.
I’m not scared; I’m not scared I chanted to myself as I moved towards her. I’m not scared, I’m not scared, and she was now in front of me. Anxiety cropped up within the pit of my stomach and crested. I took a deep breath and slowly, gingerly raised my hand to touch her. If she was a ghost my hand would go through. If she was something more than I probably wouldn’t live to know what. My hand glided towards her, ever so close, dangling beside her bent-in shoulders. “Mrs…” I started to say.
Title: Eye of the Storm: Eilida’s Tragedy (Book 1 in the Ruthless Storm Trilogy)
Author: Elle Klass
Genre: Paranormal Suspense
A disturbance at her neighbor’s house piques Eilida’s curiosity. What she discovers is so shocking it sends her running through the mountainous woods during a thunderstorm. She slips on the wet ground, plummets down Mount Wilde, and slams into a large boulder beside River Freedom. Eilida is transported to Lyden, where Sunshine, a receptionist at the local paper becomes engrossed in her story. The further Sunshine delves into Eilida’s life the more entangled their lives become. Paranormal events, frightening dreams, and terror filled memories draw the women together into an unthinkable web of horror.
What the Reviewers Say:
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“It is a well written and compelling tale with an amazing concept that is worth the read. Great for young adults and adults as well.”
Michelle Randall for Readers’ Favorite
“This psychological paranormal thriller, reminiscent of the “Twilight Zone,” is a chilling tale with mystery and intrigue saturating every page.”
Marcha Fox, author of the Star Trails Tetralogy
“It’s a Hitchcockian plunge by Ms. Klass, who is once again exploring the world of amnesiac episodes, violent deaths and childhood trauma.”
John Reinhard Dizon author of The Triad, Transplant, and Nightcrawler
Elle was born into this world in Redwood City, California and spent her childhood growing in and around the San Francisco Bay Area. She graduated from the University of North Florida. To date she has published two novels As Snow Falls and Eye of the Storm Eilida’s Tragedy (Volume 1 Ruthless Storm Trilogy) along with a short story series titled Baby Girl.For fun she reads, spends time at the beach, travels, and enjoys time with her favorite friends, and family. She is a night-owl known to be a hermit during rainy days, as she loves the sun, and is mostly found poolside over the hot, humid summer months.
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Eye of the Storm Eilida’s Tragedy
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