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About the book:
The Séance is a classic “be careful what you wish for” type of story. I came up with the idea when I was thinking back to middle school and slumber parties where someone would invariably insist on doing a séance. Remember the game, Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board? That sort of stuff used to scare the heck out of me. But, there was always a part of me that was fascinated by the supernatural too. At slumber parties, séances never result in anything. It’s just a way for kids to scare each other. But, what would happen if the séance worked? And, what would happen if a spirit was summoned that you couldn’t get rid of by the light of day?
In The Séance, Abby is so obsessed with the paranormal, she wants nothing more than to have her own supernatural experience. But, when she summons a dark spirit during her first séance, she wonders why she ever wanted to mess with the supernatural at all. The Séance is a paranormal book for teens and young adults. I hope they’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Ninth grade can be a nightmare when you don’t fit in at school, your crush chooses someone else, and your parents tell you they’re having a new baby. Abby was prepared for normal high school problems. She wasn’t prepared for the demon.
Abby has always been fascinated by the paranormal, but after an ill-fated séance, she discovers not all Spirits are benign. A dark entity unleashed during the summoning sets out to destroy Abby, and within days, she loses her best friend, incurs the wrath of her parents, and becomes a prisoner in her own home. With time quickly running out, she assembles an unlikely group of helpers: the most hated guy in school, a retired psychic, and the cute clerk from her favorite bookstore. Unless the demon is defeated, Abby and her new baby brother won’t stand a chance.
I felt safer in the kitchen, so I lingered there staring into the refrigerator for several moments. The cold air felt good. When I finally closed the refrigerator door and stepped backwards, soda in hand, the air felt even colder, like a life-size freezer had engulfed me. Oh, God, I whispered. It was happening again.
I was afraid to turn around, afraid to glance around the kitchen, afraid of what I’d see. Shivers racked my body and my teeth chattered. A gust of air lifted my hair, tickling the back of my neck. I whipped my head around, searching, but there was nothing there. Nothing that I could see. But despite what my eyes told me, my senses painted a different picture. Something was there.
My feet were glued to the tile floor, unable to propel me forward. I strained and pulled, but I couldn’t seem to move. Energy pressed me from all directions. A sharp snap assaulted my eardrums and I jerked my head to the side. The cabinet door over the stove opened and shut rhythmically, and then suddenly, all the cabinet doors followed suit. The entire room rattled around me, filling me with terror. A fizz and pop followed by a showering spray erupted at my side, bathing me in sticky soda. I looked down at the can of rapidly emptying soda on the floor, the can that must have slipped from my hand when fear gripped my body.
With a final ear-splitting clap, all the cabinets shut in tandem. It was quiet, but for the soft sound of soda dripping from the ceiling fan overhead. Suddenly, something wet and cold snaked around my neck, caressing my skin. It slithered up to touch my cheek. My hands flew up to slap at it, but my fingers found nothing but my own flesh.
An icy puff of air whispered in my ear. “My home.”
Amazon Author Page- http://www.amazon.com/Tricia-Drammeh/e/B008UI2CE6/
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