The Saturday Spectacular
Today my ever enthusiastic readers, followers and the newbies that just happen to stumble upon my blog, I have the very talented Horror Writer Sara Brooke here, sharing her latest literary sensation and a 1000 word excerpt.
So without further adieu, let's jump in and immerse ourselves in all the spine tingling horror that is...
Don’t go to sleep. You never know where you’ll wake up.
Little Darcy Walker is getting the bed she’s always dreamed about. A black bed that’s one-of-a-kind.
But Darcy’s bed may not be as new as it looks, and she could be falling into a deathly slumber.
From the Amazon bestselling author of Kransen House comes a horrific tale that takes the reader into the depths of an ancient evil. There’s no turning back once you’ve slept in The Bed.
Book Genre: Horror
Eugenio Wilman ~ photographer
Sara Brooke is a horror and suspense novelist living in South Florida. A lifelong avid reader of all things scary, Sara's childhood dream was to write horror books that force readers to sleep with their lights on.
Her first novel, Still Lake, was released Spring 2012.
Sara's influences and favorite authors include Bentley Little and John Saul. She is presently working on her next novel.
Book Buy Links:
Amazon US - http://www.amazon.com/The-Bed-ebook/dp/B00DS7TLG6/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1375049335&sr=1-5
Amazon UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Bed-ebook/dp/B00DS7TLG6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1375049582&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Bed
By Sara Brooke
©2013. All Rights Reserved.
The rain fell in heavy drops, pelting the ground with wet bursts. Overhead, dark clouds gathered within the sky and successfully blocked out any rays from the soaked half moon. The constant onslaught gathered in the dirt below and small rivers were born in the darkness of the muck.
The cabin, despite being constructed in years past, was able to withstand the rain. Despite a few leaks along the roof, it was dry inside. Dust gently shifted along the ground, subtly nudged by the cooler winds seeking refuge from the moist night.
In the center of the cabin sat a large wrought iron bed. It had no mattress or box spring. But it was ornate, despite its nakedness. Black arches rose on either side like spikes, the tips glinting in the small vestiges of light that had miraculously found their way inside.
The bed was old, but it was not tired. It waited in the darkness, like a silent sentry of evil. There was no beginning and no end. Just the possibility of rejuvenation and discovery.
It knew that time was drawing near and that despite being hidden in the middle of the darkness— someone would find it.
It was only a matter of time.
Somewhere in the darkness, something giggled. The sound carried through the night and faded into the distance.
“Dad, I’m getting really bored!”
Darcy Walker’s high-pitched voice carried over the rows of beds lining the showroom floor and rattled through her father’s brain like a siren. They’d been searching for hours and still couldn’t find anything that she liked or that matched her bedroom. She needed a new bed but didn’t want anything pink or yellow or blue.
No, his eight-year-old daughter wanted something black.
Ted Walker couldn’t understand why his daughter wasn’t like other little girls her age. She was definitely smart and that was a good thing. But her taste in toys and colors, and well, just about everything, was unique. Or at least that’s what people told him to make him feel better.
He sighed and looked at the hundredth bed of the day.
Darcy hadn’t been the same since the divorce. With her mother taking a suitcase full of clothes and disappearing, they’d been left to fend for themselves. Instead of retreating, his daughter had become more outspoken and brave, but was also “acting out”, requesting all sorts of strange things.
Like a black bed.
“Honey, we need to find you something for your room. Your bed is broken and you need something new. Come on, let’s go look at a few more things.”
Darcy pouted and stared at him with the same brown eyes her mother had. The same eyes he’d fallen in love with all those years ago.
The same eyes that had filled with tears the last time he’d seen them.
“Dad! I want a black bed. Please, you promised!” Darcy was now shaking and stomping her feet up and down in a mini tantrum.
Embarrassed and a bit frustrated, Ted knelt down beside his daughter and put his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Listen, you need to stop it right now, or…”
“I want a black bed, Daddy! You promised!” She was now shrieking, tears beginning to well up in the corners of her eyes.
“Ok, we’re going home. Come on.” As Ted turned to go, trying to guide his wriggling daughter out of the store, his exit was suddenly blocked by a salesman.
It was an annoyance, because Darcy’s voice was getting even louder and the shoppers around them were giving disdainful, annoyed stares. Ted could imagine what they were thinking…
Dear Lord, can’t he even control his own daughter?
“Um, excuse me, we need to go,” Ted muttered as he tried to make his way around the salesman who must have been in his early thirties, wearing the store’s telltale powder blue button down shirt with the phrase “Bed Palace” embroidered on it.
“Sorry, sir,” the man said in a surprisingly soft voice. “But I think we might have what you’re looking for.”
“What?” asked Ted, a small ray of hope shining into his exhausted mind. He then shook it off, thinking that there was no way this guy knew what he was talking about.
“No, I don’t think you understand. She’s looking for a black bed. And I need a bed for a kid, so I don’t think you’ve got what I need.” With that, he tried to strategically guide Darcy around the man.
“Well, we do have one model that just came in last week,” the salesman said quickly. “It’s in the back because it was just recently restored. But it’s a piece our buyer picked up because it’s really ornate and unique. Wanna take a look at it?”
Ted stood in place and realized that miraculously his daughter had stopped shrieking. She was eyeing the salesman shyly, but interest gleamed in her eyes.
“Well, I guess we can give it a quick look,” Ted conceded. “It’s just that I’m not sure I want a black bed in her room, and…”
“Dad, please can we see it? Pleeeease?” Darcy begged.
The salesman took them to the back of the store and opened up a door marked “Employees Only”. When they passed through the entrance, they found themselves standing in a large warehouse filled with boxes and vehicles designed to move drayage from one location to another. Ted knew the store was large, but hadn’t realized how far back it was constructed. There were literally hundreds of beds waiting for customers, the inventory stocked for any possible request.
“By the way, my name’s Bill. Nice to meet both of you.”
Ted smiled and turned his gaze back to the vast sea of boxes, beds, and crates. At first he didn’t recognize anything that resembled what Darcy was looking for, but when Bill took them around the corner, the bed came into view.
It was small, definitely child-sized, and amazingly, it was black.
Darcy let out a squeal of happiness and ran over to the bed. She stood in front of it and ran her fingers along the ornate design, making small sounds of amazement.
“Here it is,” Bill announced. “We just got it in a few days ago. Like I said before, the guy who owns this store works with a merchandising buyer who has lots of connections. From what I understand, they found this bed in Germany somewhere. It’s a real antique.”
Noticing that Ted seemed a bit concerned about buying his daughter an old bed, Bill quickly continued, “It’s an antique, but it’s really strong. Check out the wrought iron. It’s strong stuff. Can’t go wrong with that.”
Ted walked around the bed and had to admit that it looked to be in perfect condition and was the right size for a child. Though for some reason, he couldn’t help feeling like it was a bit creepy. The arches on each end made him think of a church, and the design seemed a little too mature for his young daughter.
“I don’t know,” he muttered under his breath. But Darcy was quick on her feet and grabbed his hand, enthusiastically pumping it.
“Daddy! This is the one I want. Can we get it?” Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Please, please, please?”
Sighing, Ted realized that he was going to follow the age-old habit of most parents to concede and agree to do something that really wasn’t best, for the sake of a child’s happiness.
“All right, let’s wrap her up,” he said.
As they left the warehouse to finalize paperwork and the sale, Ted couldn’t help looking back at the small bed one more time. For a split second, he thought he saw a small, dark shadow hovering over the bed frame. But once he blinked, it was gone and the bed once again sat alone amid the large crates.
Well I don't know about you but I do know what I'm going to be reading on a cold, dark, windy night!
I'll be back next week, so until then
Keep Calm and leave the lights on!