Genre: Horror, paranormal
Melissa Solange is presented the chance of a lifetime. Chosen as a member of a new dance company, she works tirelessly perfecting the one element of ballet she’s never mastered—the adagio. As she rehearses, a dark force watches. Resurrected by the surprise addition of a classic ballet to the repertoire, the sinister work is thought to be cursed—destroying anyone who attempts to dance it.
When the production’s lead dancers begin to disappear, the old warning is taken more seriously. A death worshipping cult called The Innocents is blamed, but she is not so sure. They may be the scapegoat for an ultimate evil living in the woods of Holybrook. Desperate for an answer, she searches for what lurks in the shadows of the old trees before she becomes the next victim of the Danse Macabre.
She was so glad that she’d worn the headband. It would have been even colder without it. Tightening the muffler up around her neck, she stopped the frigid rush from flooding in. Taking off in a fast trot, her shopping bags rattled with every step. The wind whistling through the branches, their creaking sounded as if an army of demons were sneaking up on her. Not able to stop checking behind her every few minutes, she had to be sure she was alone. Seeming as if she’d walked for miles, when she looked up, the bus was still in sight.
A hoot from an owl brought on more chills. Wishing that Collette and Tina were here, at this point she’d even settle for Brandi. Not able to shake the feeling that someone was watching, her eyes scanned the dark forest to her right. Another mournful noise emerging, a pair of yellow eyes stared at her through the top branches. Christ, it was only a bird making her feel spied upon.
“Get it together, Missy!” she whispered, attempting to rally her resolve.
Walking a bit faster, she broke into a trot, but the unsettling feeling kept pace. Pausing, she took another look over her right shoulder. Designed to assure her nothing was wrong, she froze. Buried deeply in the woods, was a pair of eyes. Level with hers, they were glowing red.
Screaming in horror, she took off running. A car approaching on her left, it slowed, honking its horn. Continuing to run, she didn’t want to stop for any strangers offering lifts.
About the Author
Wendy Potocki lives and writes in NYC. If that isn’t scary enough, she writes in the genre of horror. She feels creating good horror is an art form. She religiously devotes herself to pursuing it over hill and dale — and in the crevices of her keyboard.
Named one of the Top Ten “New” Horror Authors by Horror Novel Reviews, she has six self-published novels. Book trailers for many of her works may be found on her official website wendypotocki.com/. Her next planned projects are Thrill, The Virgin, and ZaSo, a Gothic tale of horror.
In her spare time, she loves to go for long walks, drink Starbucks Apple Chai Lattes, make devotional offerings to her cat named Persephone, and be stilled by the grace, beauty and magic of ballet.
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