The lady in white has been released, and she is on the prowl. Beware the full moon. You may not survive it.
Blood White, a Paranormal Horror Romance
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Not all those who wander are truly lost. Some only want to hurt you.
Every thirty years on the anniversary of Mae White’s suicide, the young men of Rickdale succumb to grisly deaths. Tales circulate of a beautiful hitchhiker in a white dress wandering up and down the road by Rickers Creek, crying for her babies and looking for a ride home. Those who pick her up are never heard from again.The last time Mae showed up, Jennifer Archer’s high school sweetheart disappeared. Now, she fears her son will meet the same fate. She’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep him safe, even sacrifice herself, but it’s not Jennifer the White Lady wants.
Thirty years have passed, and the anniversary falls on a full moon. The Lady in White wanders again, and this time, she brought reinforcements. All the young men Mae collected over the years roam the night, and Jennifer must face her long lost lover. Can she save them both before they disappear for good?
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Excerpt:
Jennifer sighed. “Caleb, the fog is rolling in.”
“Yeah, Ma. The fog always rolls in this time of year.” He gritted his jaw. She would pluck at straws until she got her way.
“Not like this, son. The air is dry. There’s no reason for the fog. Mae’s coming, son. I’m telling you. I don’t like this at all.”
“Ma, come on. You know as well as I do Mae White is just some old wives’ tales your parents used to keep you from leaving town. I can’t believe you still fall for it.”
“No, son. You’re wrong.”
“How am I wrong, Ma? You were born here. You’ve always lived here. Why didn’t you leave when my dad did?”
“No, Caleb, I wasn’t born here. I was four when we moved here. It’s not an old wives’ tale. It is real, and it’s beginning earlier than anyone expected. That fog rolling in is proof. Please don’t leave town. Please don’t even go anywhere near the bridge. Not even during the day. Please?” Jennifer watched the fog thicken from her window. She didn’t need to live near the bridge to know what it meant.
“Ma, I’m a mechanic. If someone breaks down near the bridge, I can’t tell them no. And I won’t have my job long if I refuse to help.”
“Then you’ll get another one.”
Caleb scoffed. “Right, Ma. There’s only one auto shop in this town. It’s what I’m trained for. What else would I do?”
Jennifer knew he was right. She couldn’t keep him away from the bridge, but she’d do her best to try. “Fine, but don’t go alone. She won’t mess with you if you aren’t alone.”
Caleb scoffed again. “She won’t mess with me at all, Ma, because she doesn’t exist. You know I love you, but this whole Mae White thing…I just don’t like it. You’re better than urban legends, Ma. I really don’t know why you believe in this stuff.”
Jennifer bit her lip. They’d gone over it so many times, and she hoped it would never matter, but it did. It’s been thirty years since Mae White appeared, sixty years since her suicide. She was thirty years old, a mother of two, when she died. No one knew why she killed herself, and for a while they suspected foul play, but when they found no motive and no perpetrator, they dropped it and let the coroner’s word stand. Thirty years later, on the anniversary of her death, rumors swirled around the small town about a lady in white wandering the road along the bridge—the same bridge where she’d leapt to her death—looking for a ride home. Jennifer’s best friend stopped to pick Mae up one night and drove her to a long, abandoned house. Kacie’s voice filled her head.
“It was so weird, Jen. The woman was adamant that was her house, and her babies were inside and needed her. When she got out, it was like she just disappeared. She certainly seemed real enough when she got in the car. She had real tears on her face. A few of the twigs in her hair fell out as she got in. They were still there on the floorboard when she got out. The seat had an impression from her sitting in it. It wasn’t warm like I thought it would be, but it wasn’t cold like an empty seat would be, either.”
“I believe it because I lived it, Caleb. I was here thirty years ago when she first appeared.”
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