Madman Across the Water
By- Caroline Angel
Genre- Horror
For generations one family has been haunted by something... something that stalks. It sees and listens, it watches and follows. In the shadows and mist it waits, to take you, to hurt you, perhaps to kill you. And if it doesn't kill you, you’ll wish it did.
A creepy, suspenseful saga of family, horror, and mystery, this is one story sure to leave you frightened of the woods at night, fog, and all things tall and slender.
Jeremiah.
The name was not spoken, but somehow he heard it.
Jeremiah Wallis.
The sound seemed to reverberate in his skull and through his bones, though the creature had no mouth, no orifice to speak from.
It is your time, Jeremiah Wallis. I have come for you.
The man stopped searching through his tackle box and looked up at the thing that now stood before him. He had to tip his head far back as he tried to look at its face. The creature's long arms swirled and danced around itself and as Jeremiah watched it sprouted several more arms from its back, all quickly growing to the same nightmarish length as the originals.
You are mine today, Jeremiah Wallis.
The man took an involuntary step backwards. The creature did not move forward but its arms grew longer, now swirling and writhing towards the hapless fellow.
You cannot escape me. Today, I have come for you.
"I don't think so." Jeremiah took another step back, then another. He only stopped when his next step did not make contact with the jetty, and he glanced behind to see he had run out of room. "I know how to stop you. You forget, I have the means to keep you at bay."
You do not have it with you. Today you come with me, Jeremiah Wallis.
Jeremiah let the tackle box fall, his hand still tight against his chest as the box's contents scattered across the jetty and some fell into the water. He didn't look at it, didn't track the progress of his fallen possessions.
I take you now, Jeremiah Wallis.
The thing moved the twisting, swirling arms towards Jeremiah, but the man did not shrink back, instead he stood tall, almost confident. Taking a sharp breath he thrust his hand forward and lifted it, palm up, towards the slenderman's face.
As an author she’s had the most read stories on several sites, won competitions and challenges with her short stories and web based novels.
When she’s not selling cable TV, you can find her riding one of her horses, walking her dogs, or sitting in the local cafĂ© drinking copious amounts of hot beverages and writing up a storm.
Her first book, a creepy horror novel titled “Madman Across The Water” hits shelves May 2015.
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