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TELEPHONE ROAD ~ Revenge Fiction
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Stalked, assaulted, and left for dead, Marlena thinks her life is over. Then she meets Destiny and they decide to take matters into their own hands. For these two, justice has a new meaning. It's called revenge.
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Telephone-Road-Ann-Swann-ebook/dp/B08C9WTPR3iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/book/telephone-road/id1521929421 Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1030842BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/telephone-road-ann-swann/1137285312?ean=2940163015979
Excerpt:
We climbed in the sleigh-shaped car and clipped on our lap belts. In moments, the six-car train started up with a jerk. Once we went through the black fabric opening to the “tunnel,” the terror began. Spiders fell into our laps from a multitude of webs—only to be jerked back up again almost immediately—ghouls popped out of walls, shrieking witches flew past on glowing brooms, and when the train ground to a halt halfway through the tunnel, a chainsaw-wielding Michael Myers-lookalike burst out of the pitch black shadows and stood spotlighted in a shaft of white light.
The sound of the chainsaw made me grab my ears and hide my face on Jimmy’s shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and I closed my eyes and didn’t open them until I felt the train begin to move once more.
The chainsaw man backed up into the shadows and we drew shaky breaths as the sound of his weapon faded to a soft growl. We were almost to the exit—I could see the glow of the outside lights around the edge of the heavy fabric curtain—when a bloody zombie shambled directly in front of us. Then the chainsaw guy revved up his weapon again and came at us from behind. Over the loud speaker a deep voice said “Do Not Get Out of The Car, No Matter What Happens, Remain Inside the Car!” Then the voice yelled, “Sir! Madam! What are you doing? Get back in the— No! Don’t do that—”
We all turned around to see who was getting off, and that’s when the little train’s metal wheels began to shriek as if we were being pulled along the track against our will.
The voice on the speaker continued to urge the phantom couple to get back inside the car so the train could finish the circuit. In the confusion, the zombie reached us and stumbled past just as the chainsaw guy caught up from behind. The two figures met and began to scuffle.
As the battle raged, our little train chugged forward and we all finished the ride craning our necks to see who would win. Just before the black curtains closed behind us, the zombie appeared to lose an arm that flew off into the darkness. It was the best carnival spook house I’d ever experienced.
We left the ride screaming with laughter. Jimmy kept his arm around my shoulders as we climbed down the few steps to the ground. My knees trembled and I could only imagine the color in my cheeks.
“That was amazing,” I said.
“Wanna go again?”
“No way!” I laughed self-consciously. “I really thought someone was getting off the train. I wonder what would happen if they did?”
Jimmy leaned his face into my hair and whispered into my ear. “Let’s do it again and find out.”
“Noooo,” I squealed. “I’m not going and you can’t make me.” I took off toward the Funnel Cake booth with my brown hair streaming out behind me like a flag.
“You can run, but you can’t hide,” Jimmy called, shambling after me like a zombie.
I felt like a twelve-year-old kid again. Like I could be my silliest self and it would be all right. I couldn’t remember ever enjoying the fair this much.
Stalked, assaulted, and left for dead, Marlena thinks her life is over. Then she meets Destiny and they decide to take matters into their own hands. For these two, justice has a new meaning. It's called revenge.
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Telephone-Road-Ann-Swann-ebook/dp/B08C9WTPR3iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/book/telephone-road/id1521929421 Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1030842BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/telephone-road-ann-swann/1137285312?ean=2940163015979
Excerpt:
We climbed in the sleigh-shaped car and clipped on our lap belts. In moments, the six-car train started up with a jerk. Once we went through the black fabric opening to the “tunnel,” the terror began. Spiders fell into our laps from a multitude of webs—only to be jerked back up again almost immediately—ghouls popped out of walls, shrieking witches flew past on glowing brooms, and when the train ground to a halt halfway through the tunnel, a chainsaw-wielding Michael Myers-lookalike burst out of the pitch black shadows and stood spotlighted in a shaft of white light.
The sound of the chainsaw made me grab my ears and hide my face on Jimmy’s shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and I closed my eyes and didn’t open them until I felt the train begin to move once more.
The chainsaw man backed up into the shadows and we drew shaky breaths as the sound of his weapon faded to a soft growl. We were almost to the exit—I could see the glow of the outside lights around the edge of the heavy fabric curtain—when a bloody zombie shambled directly in front of us. Then the chainsaw guy revved up his weapon again and came at us from behind. Over the loud speaker a deep voice said “Do Not Get Out of The Car, No Matter What Happens, Remain Inside the Car!” Then the voice yelled, “Sir! Madam! What are you doing? Get back in the— No! Don’t do that—”
We all turned around to see who was getting off, and that’s when the little train’s metal wheels began to shriek as if we were being pulled along the track against our will.
The voice on the speaker continued to urge the phantom couple to get back inside the car so the train could finish the circuit. In the confusion, the zombie reached us and stumbled past just as the chainsaw guy caught up from behind. The two figures met and began to scuffle.
As the battle raged, our little train chugged forward and we all finished the ride craning our necks to see who would win. Just before the black curtains closed behind us, the zombie appeared to lose an arm that flew off into the darkness. It was the best carnival spook house I’d ever experienced.
We left the ride screaming with laughter. Jimmy kept his arm around my shoulders as we climbed down the few steps to the ground. My knees trembled and I could only imagine the color in my cheeks.
“That was amazing,” I said.
“Wanna go again?”
“No way!” I laughed self-consciously. “I really thought someone was getting off the train. I wonder what would happen if they did?”
Jimmy leaned his face into my hair and whispered into my ear. “Let’s do it again and find out.”
“Noooo,” I squealed. “I’m not going and you can’t make me.” I took off toward the Funnel Cake booth with my brown hair streaming out behind me like a flag.
“You can run, but you can’t hide,” Jimmy called, shambling after me like a zombie.
I felt like a twelve-year-old kid again. Like I could be my silliest self and it would be all right. I couldn’t remember ever enjoying the fair this much.
