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Today I’m on the ‘SLASH’ blogtour, organised by Random Things Tours.
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About the Author :
Hunter Shea is the product of a misspent childhood watching scary movies, reading forbidden books and wishing Bigfoot would walk past his house. He doesn’t just write about the paranormal – he actively seeks out the things that scare the hell out of people and experiences them for himself. He’s the author of over 25 books, including The Jersey Devil (Pinnacle) and We Are Always Watching (Sinister Grin). Hunter’s novels can even be found on display at the International Cryptozoology Museum.
The Montauk Monster was named one of the best reads of the summer by Publishers Weekly. He was selected to be part of the launch of Samhain Publishing’s new horror line in 2011 alongside legendary author Ramsey Campbell. He’s an avid podcaster and can be heard and seen on Monster Men and Final Guys every week. Living with his crazy and supportive family and two cats, he’s happy to be close enough to New York City to see the skyline without having to pay New York rent. You can follow his travails at www.huntershea.com.
Five years after final girl Ashley King survived the infamous Resort Massacre, she’s found hanging in her basement by her fiancé, Todd Matthews. She left behind clues as to what really happened that night, clues that may reveal the identity of the killer the press has called The Wraith. With the help of his friends, Todd goes back to the crumbling Hayden Resort, a death-tinged ruin in the Catskills Mountains. What they find is a haunted history that’s been lying in wait for a fresh set of victims.
The Wraith is back, and he’s no thing what they expected.
“There was always the hope that with the passage of time, her memories would come back to her and possibly lead to the Wraith’s capture.”
“Ash wanted nothing more than to see that sick bastard arrested and sent to the electric chair. She tried, but nothing ever came.”
John said, “Do you think her memory loss was from the head trauma she suffered or was it her mind’s way of blocking out that night to preserve itself? Or both?”
Todd bristled. Yes, Ash had gotten a concussion when she’d been struck on the side of her head with what they believed to be the handle of a shovel. But she’d been through a battery of tests and there had been no damage to her brain. Her wounds ran far deeper and were more difficult, if not impossible, to heal. “I think, no, I know she simply blocked it out,” Todd answered. “She might have remembered it all or parts of that night next month, next year, on her seventieth birthday or never. It would come back when she was ready to receive it.”
And now it never would. He eyed the refrigerator, wondering if he should pause the interview to grab another beer. Then again, he didn’t want these schmucks telling the world Todd was a broken drunk. In fact, the beer he’d had before the show was the first drop of alcohol he’d had since Ash’s death. He didn’t want anything to stand in the way between him and his grief.
“Did she ever worry that the Wraith would try to find her?”
Here’s where Todd had to lie. Ash’s all-consuming fear of that madman coming back to finish what he’d started had plagued her until the very end. Terror of the man the world had dubbed the Wraith because he was a faceless, nameless killer, had denied her peace, especially at night. Ash had stashed knives everywhere throughout the house, as well as aluminum baseball bats and cans of pepper spray. Todd had found many of them as he stumbled through the house these past few weeks, but he knew there were more tucked away in corners.
“Her main concern was that he was still at large and could cross another innocent person’s path. The Wraith, like all killers, was…is a coward. I think he knew that we would be prepared should he dare to come around. It’s not so easy to murder someone when they’re not unarmed and unsuspecting. So, no, she didn’t think he would come for her again.”
He didn’t add that deep down, he wished the Wraith would. Todd would be there, waiting, and the story would turn out very different the second time around.
John raised an eyebrow. “Wow. That’s actually encouraging to hear. It makes her even more of an inspiration for all women who have been abused or worse.”
That’s exactly what Todd wanted. He needed to erase the idea that the Wraith had won, that Ash had never truly gotten away. Like it or not, a legend had formed around Ash, and Todd needed to make sure it wasn’t tarnished by her suicide.
Jay said, “Even though she wasn’t able to give a description of the Wraith, was she able to remember exactly how the night unfolded? I mean, from the point of her friend, Sheri Viola, being attacked.”
By attacked, he meant having her Achilles tendon severed as she was stepping into one of the abandoned luxury bungalows.
Todd shook his head. “No.”
“Do you think it’s almost a good thing the details had been unreachable for her?” Jay asked.
“Yes. Would you want to remember every graphic moment of the night your friends were slaughtered and you spent six hours running for your life?”
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