Welcome to another wonderful week! I hope your weekend was exactly what you planned on it being, whether that be busy or relaxing or somewhere in between. :)
Today, I have the pleasure of welcoming Author Suzanne Burke to my site. This lovely lady is quite versatile with her writing and I couldn’t be happier to share her story with my awesome readers.
Hello, everyone! Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke, coming to you from the Land of Oz.
Suzanne Burke moved from the beautiful harbor city of Sydney Australia and took the journey hundreds of miles west of the Blue Mountains to the small University Town of Bathurst, earlier this year.
Suzanne lives with her daughter and small grandson enjoying life in the serenity of this small country community.
Suzanne had long wanted to write, life interrupted and she didn’t begin her journey into the world of writing until she was in her early fifties.
Suzanne has written her memoirs under the author name of Stacey Danson, both her non-fiction books have ranked in the top 100 paid in Kindle on Amazon. “Empty Chairs” and “Faint Echoes of Laughter” continue to earn wonderful reviews.
Suzanne writes her powerful Thrillers “Acts Beyond Redemption” and “Acts of Betrayal” and her Paranormal anthology “Mind-Shaft” as S. Burke.
Although Suzanne now needs a wheelchair to go beyond her own home, her imagination still runs wild and free.
WELCOME TO MY FIRST VENTURE INTO THE WORLD OF THE PARANORMAL.
An Anthology of Paranormal short stories. An eclectic and exciting mix of Thriller, Romance, Supernatural, Horror and terrifying Suspense.
Sisterly Love … Paranormal Horror. After the tragic murder/suicide of her parents, Pippa, at just Nineteen-years of age, finds herself taking on the full responsibility for raising her fifteen-year-old sister, Emma. Emma is … more than just a little different. The body count is increasing. Nothing and no one is as they seem.
Halloween Homecoming … Paranormal Supernatural. A Halloween party is the perfect venue for serving justice on the menu. Leighton Caulfield and his Lawyer are about to get their just desserts. In a way that nobody is prepared for.
A Place So Cold … Paranormal Suspense. Children are missing! Time is running out. Can the stranger from Australia lead the rescuers to them in time?
Spin … Paranormal Thriller. Doctor Cameron Christopher is concerned that his patient Holly Daniels is caught in a downward spiral into complex Dissociative Disorder. Using Hypnotherapy he takes her back to explore when the nightmares began. Nothing in his experience as a Psychiatrist prepared him for what lay dormant … and waiting.
The Director’s Cut … Paranormal Romance beyond time. Award-winning Director, Christopher Manning is searching for far more than a location for his next blockbuster. The emptiness that has permeated his entire life is crying out for resolution. Join him as he seeks the answers.
Mind-Shaft … Paranormal Supernatural. Victoria Denton served revenge swiftly and without mercy. Her future happiness seems assured. If only the past would remain where it should.
Here for your enjoyment is a brief excerpt from “Sisterly Love” Story 1.
Here’s the scenario … Paranormal Horror. After the tragic murder/suicide of her parents, Pippa, at just Nineteen-years of age, finds herself taking on the full responsibility for raising her fifteen-year-old sister, Emma. Emma is … more than just a little different. The body count is increasing. Nothing and no one is as they seem.
We enter the story midway as FBI Special Agent Frank Revello speaks to nineteen-year-old Pippa Freeman, regarding 5 Missing children …
The phone rang, startling both of us.
“Hello, Pippa Freeman, please?”
“Miss Freeman, its Special Agent Frank Revello, FBI. Do you remember, I’m the …?”
“Yes, yes I remember who you are. What is it you want?”
“I’d like to stop by and ask you and your sister a few more questions. Is that convenient for you at the moment?”
“Well—no, I mean, well …yes, you can see me, but Emma is too distressed. I don’t think it’s wise to disturb her at the moment.”
“Ah, so you have heard the news?”
“I only caught some of it, and I have told Emma, of course.”
“Yes, of course. I would still appreciate you talking with me. Can we do that?”
“Very well, um—sure come on over.”
Celia was clearly intrigued, “Who was that, honey?”
“Um, that was the guy that the FBI had here when the kids started to go missing, he wants to talk to me.”
“Why on earth, why, would he want to talk to you?”
“I’m not sure, Celia, but he’s on his way over, I think I’ll have another drink.”
“Whoa, honey, do you think that’s such a good idea?”
“Well, you might like to keep your wits about you if this FBI person is gonna be askin’ you questions.”
“I’ve got nothing to hide, Celia.”
“Fine—if you’re certain. I’m gonna head into town, pick up a few things we need at the store. Anything’ you want me to get, honey?”
“No. No, thanks.”
Celia grabbed her purse and car keys, and I fixed myself another drink, much smaller this time.
I hurried into my parent’s bedroom. I removed what I needed and wrapped it carefully in my handkerchief. I needed to be prepared.
I wandered out to the front porch and sat on the swing-seat. I didn’t have to wait very long. A black SUV pulled up in front, agent Revello climbed out and walked up the drive.
“Good evening, Ms. Freeman.”
“Call me Pippa, please.”
“Um—is there someplace we can sit, and talk in private—Pippa?”
“Sure, I’m sorry; my manners aren’t exactly perfect these days. Please come in, we can talk in the study. Can I get you a coffee or something cool to drink?”
“No thanks, I’m good.”
We walked through the living room and out to the study, I had not spent much time in this room since my parents’ deaths, this is where they had died. Even though it had been completely re-done, it still felt somehow wrong to be in here.
“This is where your sister found them, isn’t it?”
“How do you know, about my folks I mean?”
“We had to look at anything out of the ordinary, anything that occurred in this town, around the same time as the disappearances, began. I am very sorry for your loss.”
“Oh, oh yes. Thank you. I guess that makes sense. But, why do you need to talk now?”
“I’ll be straight with you; this investigation is fast becoming a one-way track. Nothing we have makes any sense, so, I’m clutching at straws here. We still have three missing teenagers, and the chance of finding any of them alive is diminishing fast.”
“Look, I understand that … I just don’t know how you think either Emma or I can help.”
“Like I said, I’m reaching, I’m going to tell you things that have been kept out of the newspapers; I believe strongly that your younger sister may have some knowledge that could help us. At least I hope so.”
My gut clenched and I felt sick, I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. I didn’t want my own fears confirmed. Yet I remained silent and nodded at him to proceed. It was time.
“All the kids vanished, without exception, from their own homes. Best guess is between midnight and 4.00 am. Two of those homes had expensive alarm systems, they were turned off, from inside the home.
“These young people weren’t taken unwillingly. They all appeared to be on their way to somewhere. Somewhere important enough for them to steal money from their parents, pack clothing, and leave without a word.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. I know these kids; they wouldn’t do something like that. Especially not stealing from their folks, I can’t believe that!”
“I know it’s totally out of character, for each of them. But, these are not suppositions, Ms. Freeman. These are facts.”
“Does anyone but their folks know this stuff?”
“Not until now, we kept it out of the papers and their folks won’t say a word if it means we can find these kids.
“When I say it’s out of character, I mean exactly that. These teenagers weren’t rebellious. They were all low achievers scholastically. They all were considered outsiders at school, none of them were popular, or sports-oriented.”
“Why the hell are you telling me all this stuff? Just how do you think I can help in any way?”
“I’m not sure you can, but let me tell you a little more of what we’ve discovered. Okay?.
What else could I do? I nodded my consent.
“As I mentioned, these kids were not popular, but it was the one thing they all dreamed of being. Without exception, they all used the internet, and they had rich fantasy lives online. So, we, of course, can’t be certain how much of what we have recovered is purely their fantasy. A fabricated persona they have invented online to achieve popularity.
“However, no one’s fantasy can be expected to be exactly like any other. Not in detail. There is a link; it may be nothing. But, God help me … it’s all we have.”
“What we are certain of now, is, that around two weeks or so before each disappearance, people noticed a change in each of them; not earth-shattering stuff, small changes, but noticeable ones. They were happier, laughed more, went out more, and didn’t lock themselves away with the internet as much as they had been doing.
“In short, something had changed, school teachers noticed it, but as it didn’t affect their levels of ability nothing was thought of it at the time.
“Their parents seemed to feel that is was young love, or they had grown out of a stage and were just growing up a little. In every case, their folks were relieved at the change.
“We could find no connection. No common interests, no shared meetings. Nothing, until now.”
“Why—what’s happened? What have you found?”
“Two things. Firstly, they each used the same name for someone that they had either recently met, or someone that they had limited contact with prior to this time.
“They all called this…person, ‘Angel-eyes.’” He began ticking points off on his long fingers.
“Secondly, one of the kids kept an old-fashioned diary, pen, and paper, not online. The parents found it by accident, in a box at the bottom of the closet. Real names are not used. Please understand that. However, for the first time, we have a physical description of our person of interest.
“We have a couple of entries that don’t make sense, but I’ll read them to you, all I’m asking is that you listen—okay?”
I wanted to scream. No! I wanted to beg him to leave, but I couldn’t. It was past time for me to be certain.
I whispered, “Okay.”
“Thank you, here is the first entry.
January 26th. My Angel-eyes, spoke to me today, I can’t fuckin’ believe it. She spoke to me, and smiled … at me! Me … the geek! Man, it was great! I didn’t know what to say. What if this was some sort of joke? Like, you know, the popular kids can be cruel sometimes. I’m not sure, ‘cause she didn’t say much. She looked right inside me, into me, you know, and she said, “Why, Jimmy, I do believe you have grown. When did you get to be so cute?”
Or at least, I think she said it … Don’t matter any, I’m gonna dream about her smile and those eyes. I ain’t never seen eyes the color of a hot summer sky before, they are like palest, pale blue … and hair black as night, long and wavy, man she’s good on the eyes, and she noticed … me! Angel-eyes, spoke to old geeky me!
January 27th. She did it again; I wish somebody had been close by, so I can be sure I didn’t dream it. Because I ain’t sure, maybe I wanted it too much. I heard her voice. But it was like inside my head … no, that’s dumb! I mean she said the words, ‘ceptin’ her lips didn’t move, but I heard her clear. She said, ‘I’ll come for you. We need to be together. Soon—Jimmy—soon’. My Angel-eyes is so beautiful. She barely reaches my shoulder; she’s just so tiny and perfect.
February 3rd. Man, it’s so bad … Molly Franklin is missin’. Oh, man! Poor kid, she’s a little thing, quiet, like a mouse; she just disappeared like the others, nobody’s sayin’ how! She was just gone … that’s number five. What’s happenin’ in this town? FBI dudes are all over this place lookin’ and askin’ questions, man, it’s bad. My Angel-eyes says don’t worry, cause they are safe. Just like, she knows for sure, and she smiles, funny like. She visits with me every night now in her secret way. I love her so much; she says we’ll be together soon now. I have to get me some money, slowly like, so nobody knows it’s gone. This is so excitin’, and she wants me to be the first one, you know, her first man! I can hardly breathe I love her so much, my Angel-eyes!
February 14th Valentine’s day. “Angel-eyes says it has gotta be tonight, she can’t wait no more for me to be her man.
“The damn clock is so slow, I gotta meet her when everyone is sleepin’, and bring the money I been stealin’ so we can be together. I can’t wait, she came last night—in her secret way; and we just were together in that place.
“But tonight she is gonna be just mine. All mine.”
“Who, who wrote this? Which of the children?” Pippa asked.
“It was young Jimmy Dillon,
“Jimmy Dillon disappeared on the night of February 14th. He left his home after turning off the burglar alarm. His folks estimated there was about $1000.00 missing from the safe. He had no car, no license, and some of his clothes were gone as well. We haven’t found any trace of him. Until yesterday.”
“No!—Not Jimmy—it was him, that you found?”
“What was left of him. The only way we can positively identify the remains is with DNA. His folks have identified a birthmark on the torso. Please understand whoever is responsible for this is sick, and dangerously so. I will tell you just how sick—the body was mutilated. He was decapitated. Both arms and legs had been hacked off. The torso had in excess of 120 stab wounds. Preliminary workup indicates that four different types of knives were used.”
I sensed Emma’s presence before she walked into the room.
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I know! I’m mean aren’t I? Here’s where to go, if you’d like to read more:
Suzanne Burke AUTHOR PAGE AMAZON.COM
Mind-Shaft on AMAZON.COM
Twitter for Suzanne Burke @pursoot
Suzanne Burke on FACEBOOK
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