Wednesday, October 31, 2012

13 Days of Halloween: Day 13, Stacey Joy Netzel


Hello world!

We made it to the end! Welcome to Day 13 of the 13 Days of Halloween, when the authors of the Tales of the Mist anthology go trick or treatin'! Our treat: 13 days of fun guest posts by each author of the just released TALES FROM THE MIST anthology. Ready to go? Yes? Here we go, then... :)


Before I start, I'd like to share that TALES FROM THE MIST is currently on sale at $4.99 through October 31st. This is the last day so take advantage! Tomorrow, the regular price of $5.99 will apply. 

The book can be purchased from the following retailers:


Amazon US (in digital and print versions)
Amazon UK (in digital and print versions)
Barnes and Noble
Kobo
Smashwords

TALES FROM THE MIST is already gathering some pretty neat endorsements, including the following one:


"One of those rare anthologies that gets it right from the first story to the last."
~ Joe McKinney, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of Flesh Eaters and Mutated

So on this note, I leave the floor to ... the last lucky author on the list, Stacey Joy Netzel :) 


“I laugh in the face of Ghouls” 


Okay, I imagine if I ever actually came face to face with a real ghoul or goblin, I’d be screaming like the rest of you. But the fake ones in haunted houses? Those guys crack me up. Can’t help it—they just don’t kick-start my pulse. Scary movies? Oh, please. I can see the scares coming from a mile away. Horror? Grosses me out to the point of nausea so I just don’t watch.

However, I do love Halloween. For the fun and decorations, not the fright-fest. I add ghosts and spider webs and bats all around the house. I love my own ghouls and goblins (or vampire, army psycho, power ranger) and taking them trick-or-treating.


So if Halloween doesn’t scare me, what does?

The unknown. What I can’t see. Specifically, when I go out to feed my horses after dark. Even though my house and the barn are only maybe 30 yards apart, on the way back inside, I have to fight the urge to bolt for the door because I’m terrified something unknown lingers in the shadows, just waiting to pounce the moment my back is turned…

*chilling shiver runs through me*

Yep, that’s scary to me—and sometimes, I admit, I succumb to the panic. Other times I take one of the kids out with me and then race them back to the house so I have an excuse to run. (Oh, relax! I’m not in the best of shape so unless I can manage a head-start they usually beat me.)

Something else that I think would be horrific is drowning. This is something I visit in my story in the TALES FROM THE MIST Anthology.


Beneath Still Waters
(Part I)

An old legend tells of a beautiful witch unjustly persecuted who became a ghost bent on revenge...

The danger lies in not believing. 

“Hey, any of you ever hear the story about that guy who died up here a couple years back?” Johnny asked.
Liz’s eyes widened. “Someone died up here?”
Johnny nodded. “His friends said the Ghost of Still Waters lured him into the wicked currents and he drowned.”
“Ghost?” Megan shifted closer to Johnny.
“He probably fell in and couldn’t swim,” Becca quipped.
Ted scooped up the flashlight at his side and flicked it on to shine the light up from beneath his chin. “The Ghost of Still Waters,” he intoned in a low, spooky voice.
“Ooh—I love scary stories,” Liz said.
“I don’t,” Megan protested.
“Tell us,” Liz urged. “I’ve never heard this one.”
When Megan leaned against him, Johnny put his arm around her. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“What do you think, Becca?”
At Liz’s question, Becca shifted her gaze from Megan’s anxious expression, past Johnny’s amusement and Ted’s steady regard, to the hint of a smile tilting the corners of Shane’s mouth upward. Finally she came to Liz’s expectant face, lit only by the fire on this moonless night.
Surprised they’d asked her opinion, she shrugged. “What’s a campfire without a ghost story, right?”
“You say that like you don’t believe in ghosts.”
“I don’t.”
“You haven’t heard this one yet,” Johnny said.
Megan cringed, hunching her shoulders and nervously nibbling on a fingernail even though the story had yet to be told.
Still smarting over their earlier laughter, Becca couldn’t help but scoff. “Oh, Megan, really? Ghost of still waters? Wicked currents? This oughta be good.”
The blond relaxed a bit at Becca’s open cynicism.
“There’s this place along the river where the surface of the water is so still you’d swear you’re looking at glass,” Johnny said in a low, quiet voice. “But the currents beneath the surface are wicked fast.”
The ominous fact was underscored by the sound of rushing water tumbling over the rocks and boulders of the riverbed barely twenty yards from their campsite. Becca never would’ve admitted it out loud, but a shiver shimmied up her spine.

~*~

Who gets drawn Beneath Still Waters? Pick up a copy of TALES FROM THE MIST today to find out!


Thanks for reading!  Share with us what scares you, and I’ll pick two lucky winners to receive an ebook copy of my ghost story, IF TOMBSTONES COULD TALK.

About Stacey:

Stacey Joy Netzel fell in love with books at a young age, so for her the graduation to writing them was natural. An avid reader and fan of movies with a happily ever after, she lives in her native Wisconsin with her husband and three children, a couple horses and some barn cats. She writes romance and romantic suspense, with a paranormal tossed in every so often just to mix things up. You can out more about Stacey at her Amazon Author Page, or her Blog.


About TALES FROM THE MIST:

TALES FROM THE MIST will take you on a journey into the dark world of the paranormal. These twelve stories vary in their degree of horror, yet all reach across the boundaries of their genres into the chilling realms of the macabre. Witches, ghosts, shape-shifters and vampire rats are some of the creatures that reign within these pages.


~ Natalie G. Owens ~ 
No Rules. No Formulas. 
Just a world of love, mystery and fantasy!