• Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?
I have a large family. I have two Associate Degrees, one in pre-professional Journalism and one in Liberal Arts
• As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?
I have always loved reading and writing. I can remember when my parents got this set of encyclopedias and with it a huge book of fairy tales. I read and reread the stories. I always wrote in one form or another from diaries to journals.
• When did you first start writing?
I started years ago to try to do a story for publication. Sometimes life gets in the way and things are put on hold, but even through such times I took notes and created scenes in my mind.
• When did you realize you wanted to be a writer?
I have always had the desire to be a writer.
• How long does it take you to write a book?
A year or several months.
• Where do you get your information and/or ideas for your books?
From life, and just observing and imaginings.
• What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
Basically I am a nester. I have my large family events, I practice a bit on my organ, I love to read and have my favorite TV shows.
• What does your family think of your writing?
They very proud they know it has always been my dream to have a book published. They can remember my plugging away at a typewriter all the time when they were little.
• What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating books?
I think it is not so much the creating that surprise me it is the marketing you then must do.
• How did you choose what genre to write in?
I have always been interested in the paranormal since as a child my dad would tell me “true ghost stories”.
• If you could have a signed copy of any novel what would it be and why?
I am a big fan of Stephen King and his golden touch in turning out such a large body of successful work. I would love to have a signed copy any of his work.
About the Author:
Carol Pritt lives in the northeast with her family. She has two Associate degrees, one in Liberal Arts, and the other in Journalism from the local community college. Ms. Pritt enjoys writing, reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her pets. This is her first novel.
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Seeking justice for her daughters murder Tina must seek answers in the supernatural realm. Terror is spreading over Pendale. Love is pitted against a dreadful force.
Deep into an uneasy dream Tina’s face was twisted in consternation.
Dan hadn’t stayed over this evening. She’d told him she needed time to gather strength and come to grips with what lay ahead.
He’d looked hurt. She knew he could not understand her need to be alone at such a time.
He offered to sit up with her all night.
She told him she was wrung out; she would be able to sleep a bit.
She longed to fall into unconsciousness and to block all thought.
Her bedroom felt airless.
The little clock on her nightstand seemed to have a very loud tick tonight. The dials revealed it to be 1:00 pm.
Still asleep Tina shifted her weight to lie on her back.
Her heavy cotton nightgown became bunched up under the small of her back.
Suddenly she brought up her hands folding them over her chest in the position that the dead are laid out.
Beads of sweat broke out on her face, although the temperature in her room was a cool sixty-four degrees.
She was carrying groceries to her car in a dark parking lot.
Behind her there was a small convenience store. It was lit up. The buildings light stopped at the front of the building.
Tina tossed her bag of groceries into the passenger side of the seat. Just as she lifted her leg to get in behind the wheel she thought of her mother. She’d yell up a storm if she could see her now. As a teen Tina was lectured countless times about getting into a car alone. First check out the back seat to make sure no one was lurking there, she could still her mom stress.
Tina sat her leg back down on the pavement. She opened the back door. All clear.
She slid into the front seat closing her door and rolling down her window most of the way.
Glancing out her open window she began to shake all over.
Two hands with long tapered fingers suddenly grasp the window!
As if in slow motion a hooded figure raised itself!
Her door was flung open wide.
It pushed her backward sending her sprawling across the seat.
She was immobile from fear.
The thing lowered itself to her feet.
It covered her with its form inch by inch.
Its dark cloak was spread wide to enfold her completely.
Her heart thumped so hard she felt ready to pass out praying she would.
It was up to her head now.
Tina was so cold it was as if she were entombed within a block of ice
The smell of decay surrounding her was so rank she couldn’t catch a good breath.
The hood slipped back a bit. She couldn’t decipher its features clearly. She could only make out black pinpoint eyes.
Drool oozed from its mouth. A great gob of spittle plunked down on her forehead.
She let out a scream.
She thought she’d cried out, and awoken.
It was actually only phase two.
Still dreaming she thanked the Lord that it was only a nightmare.
Lights flickered from the traffic through her drapes.
Something in the room didn’t feel right.
The sheet was shifting downward of its own accord.
Two hands grasp the foot of the bed as a cloaked figure crawled up and over her!
She surrendered herself up to it.
She was entirely passive until sirens from a passing rescue unit brought her to an actual waking state ending her ordeal.
Rest would elude her the remainder of the night. She sighed and got up from the bed.
First light would signal the start of her greatest trial.
She must commend her only offspring to eternal rest.