Post #666 (Horror Recs & Evil in the Walls Preview)

Hey guys, can you believe I made it to post #666? While this blog has been up for a few years, I find that to be pretty amazing. Since I am a huge horror fan, I thought this post number would be a perfect opportunity to share some book recommendations and a peak at my YA horror novel I wrote during NaNoWriMo of last year, Evil in the Walls.


Since this is post 666, I’m going to give you 6 of my favorite horror reads, in no particular order:


  1. Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews.

    I have been a huge VCA fan since I was 13 or 14. Her books are more of a psychological, Gothic horror, but they are pretty shocking, especially during the time they were written. While the book may seem a bit dated today, I still think readers will be able to relate to and fear for the young characters and their situation.

    The book is told from the POV of Cathy Dollanganger, a young girl who finds her life completely changed after the sudden death of her father. When her family can no longer afford their home, Cathy’s mother takes them to her family home at Foxworth Hall. While Cathy’s grandparents are rich, the grandmother is cruel and the grandfather doesn’t know about her, her two brothers, or sister–and cannot until he dies.

    Since the grandfather can not know he has grandchildren, they are locked away in the attic to wait for his death. But the children soon learn that sometimes riches comes with a price.

    There are also two movies and book sequels.

  2.  Mr. Mercedes by Stephen King

    I actually dig a lot of Stephen King’s work but I choose this one because it is somewhat recent and has a pretty twisted villain. The book is more of a crime-horror, but definitely one of my favorites. It is the first in a trilogy, in which the last book comes out in June. So it’s the perfect timing to get started on this one.

    Mr. Mercedes is about the battle between a retired detective named Bill Hodges and a twisted killer called The Mercedes Killer. As Bill begins to crack down on the killer’s identity, the killer will do anything possible to make his life a living hell.

    There is talk of a possible TV show adaptation, which would be pretty awesome. Bill Hodges makes for a good protagonist, the story is interesting, and the killer is one of the most twisted ones I’ve seen in a while.

  3. The Merciless by Danielle Vega

    This one is a young adult horror in which a new girl befriends a group of other girls who want to perform an exorcism on her. Unfortunately their idea of exorcism is more like torture and there is no escape.

    I feel like I talk about this book a lot but it’s really the first YA Horror that I’ve found so far that has been this good. It would make an excellent adaptation if done well and there is an IMDB page for it so maybe it will happen. If you like stories about exorcisms or shows like American Horror Story, you’ll probably like this one!

The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan

This is another YA Horror, but it focuses more on zombies and has two more books after this one. I felt it was a strong book, and the books seem to get even better as the story goes on. I can take or leave zombie stories in general, but I really enjoyed this one.

In the Forest of Hands and Teeth, Mary lives in a world full of protection from the evil things in the forest outside the fence. Once Mary begins to uncover the truth about the safe society she lives in and the fence is breached, she will have to make a difficult choice to survive.

The movie adaptation is supposedly in pre-production.

5. Lightning by Dean Koontz

It’s been a while since I’ve read this one but it was always my favorite out of his books. I got into them during high school, though I never liked them as much as I did Stephen King’s books. This book involves a woman named Laura who finds herself being protected by a time-traveling stranger.

6. The Stepford Wives by Ira Levin

I read this one last year and found it to be very disturbing. While it’s dated, it still has a creepy atmosphere and vibe to it. Despite its age, it still feels relevant even today. This book is about a couple who moves into a new, too perfect town. Soon they begin to discover why things are so perfect, especially the wives.

Have you read any of the above? If so, did you enjoy any of them? What would you recommend?


Now, for a sneak peek at my NaNoWriMo novel, Evil in the Walls!

The tea cup was halfway to her lips when she heard the noise. Her hand paused, slightly shaking. No. Not again. Aya Hara pressed her lips together tightly and waited. One second. Two. Five. Twenty. Everything was quiet. Swallowing, she moved the cup all the way to her lips, opening them to take a sip of the hot tea she always liked to have right before bed.

There is was again. Low, but it resounded throughout the room. Something in between a groan and a howl. Her hand began to shake so badly that a stream of brown liquid began to dribble down the left side of the delicate china cup. Taking a deep breath, Aya tried to calm herself as she lowered the cup to its saucer on the table beside her chair.

Aya pressed her hands together. “That’s enough,” she said as loudly as she could. It wasn’t very loud. She was ninety-six years old, and her voice seemed to be getting quieter and quieter lately.  Taking another deep breath, Aya reached for the ornately bound notebook that she’d been scribbling in since the death of her husband. Ten years of musings and she only had one last page left. She hoped that it would explain everything when she was gone.

There was no other solution that she could see. The hotel had to be destroyed. Over fifty years of hard work had to be demolished. Sadness filled Aya, but she knew it had to happen. If she didn’t destroy the hotel, it would destroy her and all that she loved. She couldn’t let that happen. So she pressed the tip of her pen to the paper, thinking of how to word an explanation in case she didn’t make it. Though she planned on surviving, she knew she shouldn’t take any chances. She was too old to be sure, and even if she’d been younger, there was no way to know for sure if she’d be safe even then.

This was her insurance plan in case things didn’t pan out. No one else was here; all of the help had been asked to go home over the weekend. All of the guests had checked out, the vacancy sign outside was dark, and no one was able to check in. It was just her and the evil that dwelled inside the walls. Her heart felt heavy. She had worked so hard and for so long on this place that it was like she was killing a piece of herself. She had to, though. If she didn’t, she knew deep in her heart that it would go after her family. The Grand Kansai had to go.

Tears leaked from her eyes as she began to write. It took her ten minutes to finish. Once she did, she closed the notebook and laid it on the table. Hands still shaking, she picked up the tea. It was still warm. She took a long, grateful sip, feeling the warmth flow inside her. She would finish her tea, put the notebook somewhere safe, then get to work. The thought of her only daughter and her family, who lived hundreds of miles away in the city, helped her gulp the remainder of her tea down. There.

She set the cup aside and grabbed the arms on her chair. There was a lot to do. Slowly she stood. Her reflection in the mirror gazed back at her. She had gotten so thin. The evil was eating her alive. I have to do this, she thought to herself. She nodded and moved to take a step forward. A sharp pain ricocheted throughout her heart.

Grimacing, she slapped a withered hand to it and squeezed her eyes shut. What’s happening? No. NO. Not now. A heart attack? She could barely think over the roar of the pain. Clenching her teeth together, she willed her eyes open as her stomach began to convulse as well. No! Her hands moved there and she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her reflection was smiling at her in a smug way. The evil. It was doing this to her.

“No!” she cried, gasping as another wave of pain gripped her. It hurt so much. Her stomach felt like it was eating itself with sharp, jagged teeth. What was going on? Her eyes met those in the mirror. Her reflection picked up the tea cup and lifted it, grinning. Aya watched, horrified, as her reflection turned the cup toward her so she could see the inside. The tea remains had left an image of a skull and crossbones. Aya’s eyes widened. Something had poisoned her! It had poisoned the tea she loved. Just as it had poisoned everything she loved.

Aya put a hand to her throat, tears gushing out of her eyes. Her mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out. So she glared at the reflection, at the evil there. Leave them alone! Stay away from my family! she thought at it as hard as she could. Her reflection began to laugh. The pain worsened and Aya sunk to the carpet. She wrapped her arms around her convulsing body. Fluids began to gush out of her mouth and she struggled not to gag on them.

Her letter. Her notebook. She had to get them. She tried to crawl to the chair. How long did it take for poison to kill someone? Maybe the evil wanted her to suffer. Her outstretched hands finally grabbed onto the softness of her chair. She tried to pull herself up, but she was far too weak. No. Karin! I’ve failed you. All of you. I’ve failed you all. Tears poured out of her eyes, snot ran out of her nose, and she began to puke. Blood was in whatever poison was coming out of her, but she knew it was too late.

Her hands flailed uselessly at the edge of the table where her empty tea cup and the notebook lay. Please! Then she crumpled to the floor, pulling her arms against herself. Her face turned up and she could see the edge of the notebook. Almost as if the evil were taunting her. And maybe it was. She tried to cry out, but the life was already leaving her. She stared up dully at the notebook, feeling the last seconds of life fleeing from her body. At least she could no longer feel the pain. Her thoughts were evaporating. Karin, I’m sorry, she thought before her head cleared and Aya Hara was gone.




Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s