Title: Evil Stalks the Night-Revised
Author's Edition
Author: Kathryn Meyer Griffith
Genre: Horror
Publisher: Damnation Books
Paperback/Ebook
Words: 115,000
Book Description
Twenty years
ago psychic Sarah Summers fled from the evil that lurked in the woods behind
her childhood home after it killed most of her family, but a nasty divorce and
financial hardships forces her back when nothing else could.
With her son,
Jeremy, she returns to her grandmother’s dilapidated house and tries to begin a
new life. She meets a man, police detective, Ben, who falls for her, and she
prays her fresh visions of bloodshed and death deep among the dark trees are
not true.
Then the
murders begin again and Sarah is hurtled back into the familiar nightmare that
has haunted her her whole life. The evil in the woods is awake again…and this
time it wants her last remaining brother, her son…and her.
With Ben and
Jim’s help can she defeat it this time…and live?
My Review:
5 out of 5 stars for this thrilling horror suspense.
Author Kathryn Meyer Griffith introduces us to Sarah Summers and
her family, who are forced to flee their home because of the evil that lurks in
the woods of Suncrest. Years later Sarah returns after having just divorced and
losing her job.
Her only living family member Jimmy knows of the things in the
wood and how it is killing people, and their own family members. Sarah, who is
a psychic, discovers Jimmy’s secrets. In the middle of all the drama meets a sexy
detective name Ben, and after a rocky start falls in love.
With the thing in the woods chasing after her all her life and
finally getting her back home, Sarah must protect her son Jeremy and try to
keep them both alive.
This story kept me at the edge of my seat waiting to turn the page
to find out what was going to happen next. I love how the author brought all
the characters to life. Using the different POV’s helped to move the story
along and I look forward to reading more of her work. I would recommend this
story to anyone who loves to read thrillers, horrors and suspense.
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Excerpt #1:
Chapter Five
Suncrest 1984
I stood in the doorway with Jeremy’s small hand in mine and together, we
murmured our final goodbyes to the apartment that had been our home for the
last eight years. It was the only home my son had ever known.
“Don’t cry now, Mom. You’re doing real well.” His voice was gentle. The
pressure on my hand increased. I glanced down at his thin, freckled face and
thoughtful blue eyes and offered a faint smile.
“Don’t worry, son. If I cry now, who’s going to drive? We’ve got a long
way to go today and I’m afraid, for you, nine is still a little too young to be
fighting the morning rush.” I threw in a tiny laugh and tousled his long blond
hair. As usual it fell across his eyes and with an exaggerated gesture he
pushed it away from his face.
“Ah, Mom, give me a chance. I’ll show you who can drive a car,” he
replied stubbornly.
“Sure you will—over my dead body.” I bantered with him while my eyes
kept sweeping the bare walls and stacks of neatly labeled boxes in the room
around me. All that was left after ten years of marriage was an empty apartment
and an empty heart. The boxes looked like giant children’s scattered blocks,
forgotten and unwanted. I didn’t want to leave, but I had no choice.
On impulse, I knelt down on the familiar threshold and ran my fingers
lovingly through the rug’s deep peach colored pile. Jonathan and I had picked
the carpeting out last year. Was it only last year? As I laid my hand on the
wall for support to stand I could see my reflection in the gold-veined mirror
tiles on the opposite wall. Yellow sunbeams danced over their glossy surface
and made the woman in them look golden, even beautiful with her long light
brown hair and slim gracefulness. But looking back into her green eyes I could
see the sadness, see the drawn face and the lips which had forgotten how to
curve into a genuine smile anymore.
I’d lost twenty pounds since my divorce and still had no appetite. What I hungered for couldn’t
be found in a shopping cart.
I’d again lost something precious and not known why. I could help so
many other people, strangers really, but not myself. My psychic gift applied to
everyone but me. It was as if receiving the gift sometimes forced me to
shoulder the ill luck I saved others from. Someone else might take the lashes
but I felt the pain in one way or another.
I smiled at the lady in the mirrors and took one last look at the
apartment. I was flooded with memories as elusive as mist. Jeremy as a baby, romping
from one room to the next. Jonathan reading the paper in his favorite chair by
the fireplace as I sketched my pictures at the drawing table in the corner…it
seemed so long ago. I put out my hand as if I could see and touch him now, as
if there was a magic door into our past waiting for me to enter and undo all
that had occurred in the last six months.
I was such a fool.
Quietly, I pulled the door closed and locked it. Inside I could hear the
ghosts whispering. Snickering. But I couldn’t stay. I had to make a new life
for us now the old one was dead. I couldn’t live in the past any longer. I
couldn’t remain bitter, I had to nurture and cherish the good memories.
I slipped the key under the door in the exact place I’d told Jimmy he
could find it. He was coming by in a few days to pick up the heavier furniture
I’d had to leave behind. He’d fit most of it into his pick-up truck or
rent a trailer.
“Are we going now?” Jeremy asked.
“Yes. It’s time to go.” The sun was a huge bright ball overhead. “Here, you can take these.” I
handed him two carry-all bags and we walked out to the car together. Jeremy
didn’t glance behind once. Originally we’d planned to start out at dawn, but it
was already after ten o’clock .
A beautiful last day
of March, even if it was as cold as January.
I slid into the front seat of my red Pinto
and closed the door. Jeremy thumped down in the passenger seat and for a few
seconds we busied ourselves arranging the extra bags. I adjusted my seat and waited for the car to
warm up.
At least it wasn’t snowing. The winter had
been horrendous. I’d never seen so much snow.
Whenever I remember that winter, I remember grayish-purple skies and storms. Then endless
snow. Night after night lying alone in our queen-sized bed, contemplating the
white darkness with a heavy heart. The sky had been so white with flakes, it’d
been like daylight. It was the worst time, the days and weeks right after
Jonathan had walked out on me for another woman. For the first time in my life I was totally alone.
For weeks, a terrible apathy held me in its grip and I’d
go to bed early to muffle my tears in my pillow and watch the snow fall outside
my window. I lived in my own sad world of make-believe and memories, purposely
shutting the real world away. Over and over I kept asking myself what had I done wrong? How could
someone I had loved so long and
so much do what he’d done to me…to all of us? How could he not love me anymore?
How could he have stopped the love and
more importantly, how was I going to stop loving him? It’d been a painful rebirth for me, these
past few weeks. I worked in an ad agency as a commercial artist in St. Louis and had taken a
couple weeks off. I couldn’t face the
world, I couldn’t face myself.
Who was I now? I slept, I read, I dreamed about the past, carefully wrapping it in the
gossamer tissue of my bewildered tears, a priceless jewel, to be tucked away forever. I sifted
through my life up until then and tried to make some meaning out of it. All the
work, the love, and the loss. With every tear I mended myself, with every day I
drew closer to the first light in a dark tunnel and made my way back to the
world of the living.
Jonathan was gone. It was simple. I had to start my life over again. In
the space of a few months I’d lost a husband, a home, and a job. Before I could
return to work I got a telephone call to tell me not to bother. The agency was
folding. We’d lost two of our largest clients and there wasn’t any work; what
had been started so hopefully three years ago was no more. Blame the economy,
God, or human fickleness, the result was the same. No work, no money, no
agency. I wasn’t surprised. In fact, I’d expected it long before, but the
timing couldn’t have been worse. I had no tears left when I went in to empty my
desk and say my goodbyes. I’d miss my friends more than the job.
Then there was the house.
The house my grandmother had left me when she’d died all those years
ago. The old house on Suncrest. It was mine free and clear. It had been for
some time and I’d run out of excuses to claim my inheritance.
There was nothing to hold me here anymore. I’d be a fool to stay. I had
no job, no husband, and no way to pay the fancy rent on the overly big, plush
apartment.
Yet, God, I’d fought going back to
Suncrest where the horror had begun. It was bitterly ironic
that after so many years of trying to run away from the past I was now
literally trapped into returning. Heaven knows, I’d tried to sell the old place for years,
but, for some reason, it wouldn’t sell. It’d sat there patiently waiting for
me. Waiting until I was forced by unavoidable circumstances to reclaim it when
I’d never dreamed I would.
I told myself as I had so many times before we wouldn’t stay there long.
We were only going to fix the old place up enough to sell it, or rent it out,
that’s all. We’d use it as a pit stop to someplace else.
If only. ***
About the Author:
Since
childhood I’ve always been an artist and worked as a graphic designer in the
corporate world and for newspapers for twenty-three years before I quit to
write full time. I began writing novels at 21, over forty years ago now, and
have had fourteen (nine romantic horror, one historical romance, one romantic
suspense, one romantic time travel and two murder mysteries) previous novels
and eight short stories published from Zebra Books, Leisure Books, Avalon
Books, The Wild Rose Press, Damnation Books and Eternal Press.
I’ve been
married to Russell for thirty-four years; have a son, James, and two
grandchildren, Joshua and Caitlyn, and I live in a small quaint town in Illinois called Columbia , which is right
across the JB Bridge from St. Louis ,
Mo. We have two quirky cats,
ghost cat Sasha and live cat Cleo, and the four of us live happily in an old
house in the heart of town. Though I’ve been an artist, and a folk singer in my
youth with my brother Jim, writing has always been my greatest passion, my
butterfly stage, and I’ll probably write stories until the day I die.
Find the Author:
(To see all
my book trailers with original music by my singer/songwriter brother JS Meyer)
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Novels and short stories
from Kathryn Meyer Griffith:
Evil Stalks the Night (Leisure, 1984;
Damnation Books, June 2012)
The Heart of the Rose (Leisure, 1985;
Eternal Press Author’s Revised Edition 2010) Eternal Press Buy Link:
http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615722327
Blood Forge (Leisure, 1989; Damnation
Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2012)
Vampire Blood (Zebra, 1991; Damnation
Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2011)
Damnation Books Buy Link:
http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615724253
The Last Vampire (Zebra, 1992;
Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition out 2010) Damnation Books Buy Link:
http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615722075
You Tube Book Trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZU77j_q4S8
Witches (Zebra, 1993; Damnation Books
Author’s Revised Edition out 2011)
Damnation Books Buy
Link:http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615723553
The Nameless One (short story in 1993
Zebra Anthology Dark Seductions; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition,
2011) Damnation Books Buy Link:
http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615723201
The Calling (Zebra, 1994; Damnation
Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2011)
Damnation Books Buy Link:
http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615725007
Scraps of Paper (Avalon Books Murder
Mystery, 2003)
All Things Slip Away (Avalon Books
Murder Mystery, 2006)
Egyptian Heart (The Wild Rose Press,
2007; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011) Eternal Press buy link:
http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615724437 My self-made
You Tube Book Trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cogCNYKzPqc
Winter’s Journey (The Wild Rose Press,
2008; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011) Eternal Press Buy Link:
http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615724604)
You Tube Book Trailer address:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZYCs2DVhHg
The Ice Bridge
(The Wild Rose Press, 2008; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011)
Eternal Press Buy Link:
http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615725182
You Tube Book Trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28HZqu-my1g
Don’t Look Back, Agnes novella &
bonus short story: In This House (2008; ghostly romantic short story out;
Eternal Press 2012)
You Tube Book Trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3q9rZryFMo
Eternal Press Buy Link:
http://www.eternalpress.biz/people.php?author=422
BEFORE THE END: A Time of Demons
(Damnation Books 2010)
Damnation Books buy link:
httphttp://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615721313
You Tube self-made Book trailer with
original song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0-U9c2Lwfo
The Woman in Crimson (Damnation Books
2010)
Eternal Press Buy Link:
http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615721979
You Tube Book Trailer Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcRBvDI5G4Y
The Complete Guide to Writing
Paranormal Fiction: Volume 1 (I did the Introduction)
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Wow, I absolutely love the excerpts I've read and now I'm stalking the tour. lol I hope I'm one of the winners, because this book I HAVE to read!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much MaryLynn for having me on your blog...I truly appreciate it! Warmly, author Kathryn Meyer Griffith rdgriff@htc.net P.S. Just a note: Marylynn, I also have 15 backstory essays on the long and often strange journeys of all my 15 published books going back 40 years I'd love for you to run anytime on your lovely blog if you’d like...and with each one I'd do a giveaway of 3 ebook copies of that particular novel. Most of these novels are getting me 5 star reviews. If you're interested, just email me at rdgriff@htc.net for them. Grin.
ReplyDeleteKathryn,
DeleteLet me know anytime you want to post and I will set it up.
MaryLynn