Title: Evil Imminent
Author: Maryann Weston
Genre: Horror / Paranormal Short Story Collection
A horror/paranormal anthology that lures, grips and exhilarates, leaving the reader demanding more.
‘Normal’ will never be the same after reading Evil Imminent.
In Maryann Weston’s exciting new anthology, mundane becomes extraordinary.
· Nate is unable to cast off his past;
· Gabby is devastated by grief;
· Sal will do whatever it takes;
· Sybilla’s arrogance leads her to a deadly risk;
· Dutton’s yearnings become an obsession;
· Bella is consumed by her disrespect for culture;
Michael searches for redemption.
Unresolved dysfunction can have terrifying consequences.
“She fled back through the house and out the front door into the comfort of the suburban street. She gulped in the cool air and focused on one thought. Something had gone wrong. It had gone horribly wrong.”
In this horror/paranormal anthology of seven short stories Maryann Weston plays on childhood fears-the dark mists, big empty houses, loneliness, space, ghosts, and the deep ocean. The stories are set in Australia and Great Britain, so some of the language tripped me up, but some of the landscapes offered settings that offered up settings that provoked the possibilities of trepidation.
My favorite story was the very first, Monsters in the Mist. Nate has just gotten his life under control; found a home away from his overbearing mother and advanced in his career. When Nate's work project hits a gruesome bump in the road, horror, parts of Nate's past come back to haunt him. For a short story, the suspense was high and there was a good mystery,
I also love a good haunted house story. In The Bonding Sally moves into her dream home, a large, older home in Highbrow. Only, she doesn't know the full extent of it's past. When Sally moves in, she quickly finds out and becomes an important part of the house itself.
Another good haunting is in Trinity of Terror. Sybillia, an amateur ghost hunter takes on more than she can handle when she decides to investigate the Mason House herself. She tries to seek help with the rest of her paranormal investigative crew, but it is far too late.
The closing story, From the Book of Redemption, places Mermaids in a sinister light while exploring their origins and inter-species battles.
This book was received for free in return for an honest review.
Maryann Weston is a professional writer and communicator, working in private enterprise and for government. She lives in the rural town of Goulburn, Australia.
She has been writing all her life across many mediums and for many purposes.
Maryann has written for newspapers including feature, news and legal stories, and for government, niche magazines, websites and social media campaigns. She has developed, led and implemented countless public relations strategies for corporate and government clients, including for major national events.
She has successfully edited newspapers and magazines and online publications.
For the past 25 years Maryann has put words together in various ways, for a diverse audience and a variety of reasons, through her professional work and as an author. She has published three books, Belonging Places, Shadowscape and Dawn of the Shadowcasters. Evil Imminent is her first collection of horror and paranormal short stories.
Maryann has also just finished her first horror novel, Blood Visions.
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TRINITY OF TERROR
The cold breath of death was close to her; almost on top of her but still she moved forward. She had nearly reached the dining room. If she could just get in there, she would be able to tune into Anna Mason’s spirit which had fought so bravely all these years to contain the evil that was in her brother’s psyche. Anna was only twelve when her brother Marcus raped and ritualistically tortured her while their parents were at the theatre. They had come home to find her entrails hanging from the rafters in the dining room and Marcus writing in her blood on the wall: “Azazel”. An hour later, Marcus shot himself. The coward’s way out. His spirit had haunted the house ever since – cowardly and brazen at the same time, and clever. No matter what the psychic investigators tried, they came off second best – an exorcism or even trying to capture a ‘haunting’ on film – but not Syb. She would win this one because she was the best.
She reached out with her shaking hand to open the door, but withdrew it instantly. The handle was red hot and a large welt began to form on her palm. She glanced behind her and could just make out a dark presence closing in on her; tiny glittering eyes that were mocking her, and laughing at her physical weakness. Marcus. She knew if she didn’t strengthen the protective white light she always envisioned around her before ghost hunting, he would invade her body. She cried out her prayers, this time the Hail Mary. It was a potent prayer because its archetypal connotations were that of the mother. Syb thought of her own mother, long since a victim of the brain tumour. Steeling her mind, she wound her scarf around her hand and tried the handle once more; quickly turning it and putting her shoulder into the door. She almost fell into the room and breathed in sharply, shocked. Hanging from the ceiling fan were what looked to be bloody intestines. The blood was pooling on the floor; the colour of her childhood nightmares. She almost threw up, but fought for control. She drew on her arrogance.
“You will not win Marcus. I know you are here. In the name of all that is good in this world and beyond. You will be gone.” She shouted into the thick evil which shrouded the room, emphasising her last words with anger and outrage. For a moment the macabre dining room was silent. The entrails disappeared and Syb no longer felt a knife-like threat from behind. She called softly. “Anna? Anna? Are you there? Please, show yourself. Marcus is gone. In the name of the Holy Trinity, you are safe to enter this room. Show yourself now.”
She felt a gentle movement around her. The energy changed from a violent maelstrom to the softness of a forest breeze. Syb breathed out and relaxed, the tension easing in her shoulders. “Anna?” she asked tentatively.
“I’m here,” came the voice from behind, subdued, uncertain.