Tales From The Mist Blog Hop

I'm very excited to announce

TALES FROM THE MIST

releases today!!

Join us authors on the blog hop scavenger hunt Oct. 17th-18th where you can win one of 3 $20 gift cards, as well as additional prizes at the individual stops. 

My prize is this Hanging Bat Votive candle holder from Party Lite:

To enter to win my prize, all you have to do is sign up for my newsletter on the right side of the blog and leave a comment sharing your favorite thing about ghost stories. Simple as pie.

(At most, I send a newsletter once a month with a few items.)

To enter to win one of the 3 $20 Grand Prizes, visit each blog through the Linky at the bottom of this post to find a 'hidden' picture. Black smoke, a haunted house, Lilith, a bookstore, a lady under water, calla lilies, a cemetery, a light switch, coffin, a dead woman... and a rat. Link 11 will bring you back to the Beach Book Blast Blog to record your answers in the rafflecopter. Find each scavenger hunt item and you'll be entered 11 times for our prizes of 3 gift cards.

But before you do that, I'd like to share an excerpt from my story in the 5* rated

TALES FROM THE MIST.

Beneath Still Waters

(Still Waters Part One)

Liz winked at Becca and then said, “Ted said the still waters are about a half mile away. Shall we go talk to the witch?”

Megan sighed, though her expression still held a hint of a smile. “Make fun if you want, but I swear I felt a presence at the fire last night.”

“It’s called Cherry Pie, Megs.”

She brushed past Liz, who rolled her eyes and shared a grin with Becca as they resumed their hike along the river. The rushing water formed a soothing backdrop and every so often through the trees Becca glimpsed the white-water rapids making their way down the mountain over boulders and dead trees caught in the river’s path.

They caught up to the guys a little while later, and Ted pointed past a split rail barrier that looked like it’d been put up to discourage people from using an old trail.

“We gotta get back for football practice, but the still waters are down there a little ways,” he told Liz. “Past these rapids you’ll find the section where it’s all smooth, and then the river drops down over a waterfall.”

“Talk about wicked,” Johnny added. “It’s gotta be a good fifty foot drop.”

“Great, thanks. See you guys later.”

Liz pulled Ted in for a kiss. Megan said goodbye to Johnny and it appeared all had been forgiven. Becca moved to the side of the trail, suddenly wishing she hadn’t gotten so upset with Shane over something that in the light of day wasn’t such a big deal. A stupid ghost story may have ruined her chance to get to know a really nice guy.

Liz rubbed her hands in anticipation after the guys left. Excitement lit her blue eyes with an alluring light. “Ready?”

“Maybe I’ll just hang back here and wait for you two,” Megan said.

“Oh, no.” Becca took hold of her arm. “We’re all going.”

After a few more token protests, Megan gave in and they picked their way through the overgrown foliage along the wild river. Though the sun had risen high enough to burn off the morning fog, the air remained cool enough at the higher elevation that Becca kept her jacket on.

About sixty yards along the original path, the sound of the rapids faded and the water smoothed out like a crystal clear sheet of glass.

“Wow,” Megan breathed in wonder.

Becca agreed. The change was almost magical. She removed her pack and moved closer to the river bank.

“Becca,” Megan called her back in a stage whisper. “This is where she appears. Don’t go over there.”

She ignored the fear-laced plea and squatted by the river’s edge. Just to prove to herself it was real, she stuck her forefinger in the water. The chill against her skin sent a shiver up her spine. A small ripple appeared on either side of her finger, and beneath the surface, she felt the pull of the current.

Still waters; wicked currents.

A smile tugged the corners of her mouth when she recalled Johnny’s apt description.

“Oh my God—look!”

Becca jerked her hand from the water and scrambled backwards, half expecting to see a ghostly figure hovering downriver where Megan now pointed. 

~~~

Dead woman

Check out the full story in

TALES FROM THE MIST

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Thanks for visiting and have a great day!

Stacey Joy Netzel