Rose Titus has a new paranormal vampire book out: Night Home.
When college student Muriel Aubrey inherits an old house in a small town, she imagines that moving into the rural community will be deathly dull. But the old house once belonged to her eccentric granduncle, a professor said to be researching something mysterious before his untimely death.
Then Muriel finds the research notes that had been hidden away in the old Victorian; and she discovers what the professor was researching: vampires. It isn’t long before Muriel meets residents of the small town who knew the professor almost a century ago, and learns that everything he wrote in the notes he kept is true.
And then she finds herself stalked by a vampire hunter.
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A fire lit the small living room in Sophie’s old house, and there was little other light except for a
small table lamp. That was one of the first things Muriel noticed, that they felt comfortable in
the dark. She had almost gotten used to darkness herself from association. She listened as
Sophie read the letter outloud to the small group.
“Well,” Josie spoke first after Sophie put the letter down. “Maybe just try denying everything?
I mean, no one believes in us now anyway.”
“Josephine,” Seymour sounded serious, as usual. “He obviously already believes. Accept the fact
that we are now in a great amount of trouble—”
“I’msorry,” Muriel interrupted. “I shouldn’t have done this. I just thought, well... if I wrote it, then maybe it
would do some good, and some day people would be able to understand, and... maybe... make
people know it’s wrong how they’ve treated you for so long. I guess that’s why I wanted to write
it. This is my fault—”
“No, Muriel. No,” Seymour held up a hand and spoke softly, his voice not so cold as it often was.
“Look, we all agreed it would be all right for you to write it. You didn’t just go ahead and do it
yourself.”
“Don’t go and blame yourself, Muriel,” said Elton. He sat across from Sophie, and was silent up
until now. “You and Josie are just kids. You don’t know how bad things can get. You haven’t lived
enough to know how downright dangerous people can be. Then again, Josie might be right.
You can deny it all, say you dreamed it up from hearing stories about your mad scientist uncle.”
“Yeah, and I can’t arrest this guy for writing a letter, either,” Karl Stepanek pointed out,
“Look, people,” and he went out to the kitchen and helped himself to what was in the refrigerator.
“He’s been watching us; the people on the day shift have let me know, something is going on
with this guy,” and Muriel watched as he put a ceramic mug into the microwave.
“How ‘bout we do some of our own surveillance?”
“What? Get a video of this nut hanging outside my house watching me?”
“No,” he came back into the living room and returned to the worn out couch. “Meet him.
But don’t be alone. We’ll be watching. It’s my bet he doesn’t know what we look like. The idiot
probably expects us to be wearing all black, for Christ’s sake.”
And that was the second thing she noticed when she first met them. They looked almost liked
everyone else, and dressed like everyone else. And except for being pale, it would be difficult to
tell them apart from most people.
“Find out what the hell the fool wants. Then we decide what to do about it.”
“So what is your plan, Karl?” said Sophie. She picked up her sewing. “We are all listening.”
Author Bio
Rose Titus resides somewhere in cold, dreary New England with two manipulative cats and a very out of date computer with which she creates horror and fantasy fiction. She also has a restored classic Buick to ride around in while in search of adventure.
For travel she has stayed the night in an allegedly haunted castle, has taken a boat ride on Loch Ness, and has visited the Bermuda Triangle -- without getting lost.
Her work has previously appeared in Lost Worlds, Lynx Eye, Bog Gob, Mausoleum, Weird Terrain, Descend, The Dead River Review, and other literary magazines. She also writes regularly for Blood Moon Rising Magazine.
When she's not working or writing or messing with her old car, she waits by the mailbox for her Fortean Times to arrive.
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