Max is your typical 16-year-old trying to navigate his way through yet another high school, in 1962. Unable to avoid the bullies that love to torment everyone in their sight, Max plays along. But when they demand he go into the abandoned Starke house at midnight, on the anniversary of the serial killer's execution, Max is not overly anxious to comply. For it is said Starke reappears at the scene of the crime, back to where he buried all those boys in his basement. Given the task of returning with a chip of blood from the basement door, Max heads into the house, determined to make fools out of every one of them. For only a fool would believe in such nonsense…right?
“Did I say you could walk here?”
Max stopped short, as someone reached a leg out and rested their boot on the seat of the desk across the aisle, blocking the way. “Didn’t realize I had to ask permission.”
“What did you say to me?” the boy said, taking his foot from the desk and placing it in the middle of the aisle. Standing, he was mere inches from Max.
Sighing, Max shook his head. “Look, whatever you’re going to do just do it now and get it over with, so I can get to my seat.”
The boy pulled himself up to the full six feet of his stature, where he stood eye to eye with Max. “What are you, thick or something? Do you know who you’re talking to?”
Max met the boy’s gaze, the only thing blacker than the boy’s eyes being the black hair now falling down into them. “No. But I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
The dark-haired boy smirked and swatted a blonde-haired boy, sitting on the top of a desk, with the back of his hand. The smile fell from the dark-haired boy’s face, and he pressed his fingertips upon Max’s chest. “I’ll tell you who.”
He gave Max a shove. There was something right behind Max, and he fell, his books flying out onto the tile floor with a loud smack.
All eyes in the classroom turned upon Max, the sounds of conversation now replaced with titters and guffaws.
The dark-haired boy kneeled down next to him. Leaning over Max, he poked a finger into Max’s chest. “Jimmy Davidson. That’s who. And don’t you forget it.”
Once more, Max met his gaze. “No worries. I won’t.”
Jimmy chuckled to himself, and slapping Max lightly on the face he then offered him his hand.
Max eyed Jimmy’s hand. “You don’t actually expect me to take that, do you?”
“What? You don’t trust me?” Jimmy’s expression took on an exaggerated pout. “I think I’m hurt.” The surrounding four boys all laughed as they gathered around Max. “You’re going to have to start trusting me some time. It may as well be now.”
Max sat forward and collected his books. “Must it be?” Again they all laughed.
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Fifty years to the day Max Jensen walked into the Starke house, Jesse Miller is throwing a party.
Jesse wants to go down in high school history as the kid to remember. Only problem is, he may just get his wish. If he thought throwing a party in the long abandoned house of a serial killer would do it, then he would be right. But what happens that night at the old Starke house isn’t something you want to remember…not if you ever want to sleep again. Performing a mock ceremony to raise Starke from the dead proves to be a mistake of monumental proportion. And by the time Jesse realizes he is in over his head, he must now worry about keeping that same head on his shoulders.
What would you do if the only way out was to go Beyond the Red Door…into the very mouth of hell?
Taylor stood before the old house. “This…is perfect!”
Jesse grinned. “Told ya you’d like it.”
“Like doesn’t even begin to describe it. I love it! I love this house.” She took a step closer, crossing her arms over her chest as she smiled up at the building. “What did you call this place again?”
“The Starke house.”
“And you say some serial killer lived here over fifty years ago?”
“And he buried thirteen boys in his basement?”
“You can check for yourself, if you don’t believe me.”
She studied him, her blonde hair falling down into her eyes. “I just might do that, Mr. Miller.”
His grin widened. “You haven’t heard all of it.”
Taylor frowned. “You’re telling me there’s more to this story.”
“You have no idea.”
Lowering his voice, he leaned in. “It’s been said Starke killed a group of teens in this house, in 1962.”
“Wait. Didn’t you say he was executed in nineteen fifty something?”
“Let me guess, his ghost rose up from hell and slay them.”
“You’ve been watching too many horror movies. But yah, pretty much.”
Her brow furrowed.
“Check for yourself.”
“Oh, I will. Believe me, I will.” She slipped her arms up over his shoulders.
“And after we can—”
Taylor pulled back. “Who the hell is that?”
An old man stood on the sidewalk. His baggy pants and droopy sweater had seen better days, his scraggly grey hair in desperate need of a combing.
“Ah, that’s Mad Melvin.”
Her blue eyes narrowed on the old man. “Mad Melvin?”
“Guy gives me the creeps.”
“He’s not staring at you. You just happen to be in front of the Starke house. It’s the house he’s staring at.”
“And why would some old guy be staring at this house?”
“Dunno. Just know he walks down here every day and stands there.”
“What is he holding?”
“That…I think is a cat.”
“My God, is it dead?”
“No. At least I don’t think so.” Jesse laughed. “But if it’s not, it should have been years ago. The thing is probably older than he is. That’s most likely why he carries it everywhere.”
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Liz wished she could go back and do it all again.
After all, it was Liz’s fault her mom was dead…or so she believed. Had Liz not delayed her, her mom never would have been killed by that car. And as the twentieth anniversary of her mother’s death came around, Liz could not help but wish it had been her instead. That is, until a gentlemen sits next to her on the park bench. He tells her his story, and she feels strangely compelled to tell him hers, but when he leaves her his pocket watch as a gift, she cannot believe what is happening. Only this isn’t just any watch, as she soon discovers, and she is pulled back in time.
Are events coincidental, even random? Or is there a perfectly timed symmetry yet to be lived? The possessor of The Orah is the only one to know.
“Hmm?” Liz turned her head. A man stood at the other end of the park bench, pointing to it.
Sitting up, she slid back in her seat. “Sorry, I didn’t see you. I must have been off in my own little world…or something.” He continued to stand by the bench. “Oh.” She laughed. “Of course. Please do, be my guest.”
He tipped his hat, and grabbing the armrest he eased himself down onto the wooden slats. “When just sitting and standing up becomes a chore…” He sighed.
He couldn’t have been more than thirty-five, and yet he moved like an old man as he seated himself on the bench. For a moment he just sat with his hand pressed to his knee. He reached into his overcoat pocket and pulled out a small, brown, paper bag. Carefully, he unfolded it; slipping his hand into it he then withdrew a fist full of popcorn. He tossed the popcorn at his feet, where a small flock of pigeons had already gathered, the birds scurrying frantically, each pressing against the other in an attempt to gather whatever morsels they could. “They’re wonderful, aren’t they?”
Liz glanced at the birds, but all she could see was a scurrying mass of noise.
“Gus.” He thrust a hand out at her.
“Elizabeth Shore,” she replied, shaking his hand.
He tipped his hat once more, the corners of his mouth curling up. “I used to come here every Sunday, the wife and I, and we’d sit on this bench. But…once you get married things get busy and you just don’t seem to have time for these kinds of things anymore.”
She nodded, dropping her gaze. “I used to come here every Sunday too. Well, my mom and I…and we’d sit on this bench.”
He tossed another handful of popcorn at his feet. Once more the birds scurried frantically. “Used to?” He paused. “That was none of my business. I don’t know why I ask such questions.”
“No, it’s all right. I don’t mind telling you.” It surprised her, those words coming from her. She had never shared such personal thoughts with anyone before, and especially not with a complete stranger. But there was something about him.
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Tell me about yourself. What’s a day in your life like?
Pretty boring, actually. As a writer, I am at the computer from the moment I get up until I can’t work anymore. If I am writing a novel I will work all day, every day writing. When I am immersed in the story, I can’t wait to get to it and hate to stop.
Who are your favorite authors?
I have so many that it would be unfair to name just one or two, but I will break that pattern and say Stephen King is the reason I wanted to pursue writing. My first love of writing is horror, and that is why all my stories have paranormal and/or horror aspects to them.
What are you passionate about?
My answer to that question would depend on when you asked it. Right now writing is my passion. I have so many ideas I want to get into words. I have too many, which for a writer is a good problem to have. I want to write thrillers, and fantasy, and more paranormal and horror, and I have a never ending list of ideas that keep coming to me.
What would I find in your couch cushions?
Cushions. No, I have found ‘other’ peoples stuff in there, anything from golf tees to money, to various kinds of nuts.
What’s your biggest fear?
It’s 10:00 on a Friday night. Where are you?
At home, in front of my computer.
What sets you apart from other writers?
That I’m completely insane…but then, from what I’ve heard, I’m not alone in that. From my perspective, you’d have to be insane to be a writer.
Where did the idea for your novel come from?
I am asked that a lot. My ideas literally come from thin air. They pop into my head as if someone where whispering them in my ear.
Do you have advice for aspiring writers?
You’ve probably heard this a thousand times before, but it is most likely the most important message I can give. Don’t give up! If you want to write, then write, and keep writing until someone wants to publish your work. Join writer’s groups; get beta readers to read your work, network and read.
What does your main character think about you? Would he or she want to hang around you as their author?
As a horror writer, I don’t think I’d want to be around my characters, especially the creepy ones.
Who would play the starring role(s) if your book became a movie?
The Red Door:
Max: Callan McAuliffe http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2786608/
Jimmy: Sterling Beaumon http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1869029/
Timmy: Skyler Gisondo http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1711114/
Beyond the Red Door:
Jesse: Alex Ferris http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1821102/
Steadman: Luke Benward http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0972851/
Taylor: Ashley Benson http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1667364/
Old man: Ray Winstone http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0935653/
Liz: Olivia Wilde http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1312575/
Gus: Karl Urban http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0881631/?ref_=tt_cl_t6
Would you like to say anything to your readers / fans?
Where link-wise can your readers / fans stalk you?
Web Page: http://ehjames1.wix.com/ehjames
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Are you still here? I can’t believe you read this whole thing! ;)
E. H. James is an author writing novels and short stories in the science fiction, horror, thriller, paranormal and fantasy genres. Laura, The Visitor’s Room, and The Fifth Floor are the first three paranormal short stories to have been released, with The Visitor’s Room winning book of the month, for April, in the Mystery category at Long and Short Reviews. The Red Door, Realms of Darkness, a short story collection, The Orah, a time travel short story, and The Red Door II: Beyond the Red Door, have been released through Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing.
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