Please welcome Lori Pescatore, author of "Human Blend" and "Earth Blend"! Lori is such a wonderful author and dear friend of mine who has kindly agreed to participate in Feast of Screams and share a scary short story!
About The Author:
“A preschool teacher by day and a wife & mom by night. Although I love all of these titles, I can now add published author to the list of things I can consider myself. I was proud the day I got married, I was proud the day I gave birth to each of my boys, (now grown men) and I was proud when I got my certification to teach. My newest accomplishment in being a published author is my latest proud moment. Writing all my life for fun, family and friends, creating my own story and original characters has been a wonderful journey, one I hope is long lived. It is what I want the rest of my life to be about.Human Blend is the first of a trilogy of books in the romance/fantasy/science fiction genre. It is what I love to read and what I love to write. I hope you enjoy my labor of love.” Source
Rain came down in buckets. Okay, not literally, but it poured as if someone had turned over a large basin of water and dumped it on the town. Such a shame. Halloween is ruined for all those kids, the streets are too dangerous to walk now that the sewers are overflowing.
Driving home, I had to take a few detours as many roads were flooded and impassable. I stopped short as I made the left turn onto my street, there was a police barricade up. No policeman was stationed there and I could see my house about a half a block away. I live near a creek and figured it overflowed as it often did, but I was not about to let it stop me from getting home. Even though I knew it was wrong, I was able to fit my compact car around the barrier and proceed down my street. I wore a satisfied grin as I pulled into my driveway.
The rain was still coming down hard as I hit the button for my garage door, nothing happened. I sighed as I looked down the street and noticed all the homes were dark. Great, power failure. I was going to have to make a run for the front door. Grabbing my pocketbook and messenger bag that held my laptop, I opened the door and stepped into the thunderous rain. Cursing under my breath as I ran in my good heels to the front door, I saw the flashing lights of speeding police cars a few streets over. Fumbling with my key, I finally made entry into my home and closed the door. A puddle of water began forming at my feet; I was drenched. Water dripped off of me like an abandoned faucet. Even the tip of my nose was a conduit for annoying drops. Deciding whether to strip at the door to avoid tracking the rainwater throughout the house, I shivered. It felt colder than usual, so stripping would not be an option.
Kicking off my shoes, I carefully but quickly tread up to my bedroom. Once in my master bathroom I finally stripped myself of the wet garments. The towels felt nice and soft as I dried my hair and body. I was still shivering as I pulled on an old pair of comfy sweats. Taking a flashlight and a towel with me as I went back downstairs, I dragged the towel along the hardwood floor, mopping up the trail of rainwater I had left. I found it hard to believe that this much water had dripped off of me.
I was still shaking as I stopped at my thermostat. I tried raising the temperature then cursed remembering I had electric heat. I swear I saw smoke as I exhaled. I didn't understand how it could have gotten so cold in my house. The outdoor temperature rose to near eighty during the daytime hours. I was still so cold that I went over to my hall closet to find a jacket to wear until the electricity came back on, all the while dragging the towel mopping up the mini puddles I had left.
Unable to shake the coldness, I went into the living room and curled up on the couch. I was sorry now that I had not gone for the fireplace upgrade in this room when the house was being built.
If the electricity had been on, I would have been able to watch television. Instead I opened the end table drawers, looking for matches to light some candles. Inside one of the drawers, I found my mother's old transistor radio. She used to listen to the ballgame on it when her team was playing out of town. I checked, it still had batteries. Not sure how old they were, I turned the power on and was delighted when I heard static. Thumbing the dial I scanned through stations hoping to find a news and weather channel. I stopped when I found a news station. They talked about the rain and power outages. They also talked about a police hunt for a man who committed a murder only a few blocks over. Residents were being warned to keep doors and windows locked. Glancing over to the front door, I double checked that I had indeed locked the door when I had came in. It was habitual.
It was then I remembered that I kept the matches in one of the kitchen drawers. I made my way with my flashlight, radio and floor towel to the kitchen. I marveled at how the trail of rain spots had made their way all the way into the kitchen. The radio crackled once again with static as I moved toward the kitchen. I could have thought I heard the words get out as the radio static seemed louder. Entering the kitchen, I found my answer as to why my home was so cold. My back door was standing wide o-
I will be giving away one e-book prize pack of both Human Blend and Earth Blend by Lori Pescatore in the format of the winners’ choice!
**International!**(e-books sent my e-mail!)
- To Enter: Please leave a comment about the guest post and include your e-mail.
- This giveaway ends on October 31st, 2011
- This giveaway is open to those 13 years of age or older.
- All giveaway winners will be announced on the blog.
- I can disqualify any entry as I see fit.
- I will use Random.org to select the winners.
- Once the winners have been notified, they will have 24 hours to confirm their interest otherwise new winners will be selected.