Death House – Chapter 1 Excerpt

One side of Adley’s lip curled up, disgusted by the unsightly home she was forced to live in during her summer vacation. “I may not know anything about home improvements, but this house has been lacking some serious attention.”

“It does need some work,” her mother agreed.

Roger pulled into the red brick circular drive. The shabby front yard resembled a weed-choked lot, and the thick plastered walls begged for more stucco and paint.

“Dad, you said Grandpa left Grandma Aggie enough money to keep her comfortable and the house in good condition. Why didn’t she take better care of it?”

Roger shut off the engine. “It’s hard to keep up a big place, especially an old one that needs a lot of special care.”

“Uh, yeah. That’s why people with money hire people to take care of their homes.”

“Well, maybe we can fix it up,” Caroline said. She squeezed her husband’s arm and gave him a loving smile.

Adley slipped out of the back seat and turned in a circle, as if adrift in the sea and only seeing water from every vantage point.

“No sign of life for miles,” she grumbled.

Her parents stretched in the warm sun. Roger said, “My ancestors worked as miners and built the home with their only lucky strike. Ten or so years later the mines ran dry, and the town folded, but there was enough money to maintain the property as different families moved in. The house was always handed down to succeeding generations.”

Caroline leaned against her husband’s side, gazing at the historical home with an appreciative eye. “It’s easy to understand why Aggie didn’t want to leave. Just look at these mission style arches, recessed windows, and the terra cotta roof.”

Adley saw stucco in need of repair, dirty panes of glass, and broken scalloped tiles overhead. She glanced at the upstairs windows, too dark to see through, and shivers creeped down her back.

“Maybe everything will be different once we’re a happy family again,” Roger said to Caroline as he patted her arm.

“I’m sure that things will change for the better now that we’re here,” she said, but her weak smile held little hope.

Adley rolled her eyes. “Hello? Maybe you can’t see the overgrown tumbleweeds or the peeling paint on those broken-down flower boxes under the windows.”

“Only things that need minor repair or cleaning up,” her father said.

A vulture squawked in a nearby mesquite tree and drew the Lange’s attention to the hunched bird. It flapped its wings and made a racket, as if it laughed at the family before flying off in search of leftover prey.

“Welcome to hell,” Adley whispered to herself.

She didn’t know how close she was to being right.

Death House is coming soon from Black Opal Books.

7 thoughts on “Death House – Chapter 1 Excerpt

  1. Carole, I really enjoyed reading your first book, Eve’s Amulet, and thanks for the pleasure of allowing me to read your manuscript for Death House. You had lots of interesting twists and subplots in Death House. I’m hoping there will be a sequel and will probably bug you until you write the next one. ;-)) Your description of the New Mexico landscape, desert, and alpine forest was very vivid and well done.

    I’m looking forward to my next drive through New Mexico to compare the actual with your written version. One of my dad’s favorite books was Zane Grey’s “Riders of the Purple Sage” and he used that term to describe the desert on many occasions. Zane Grey and my dad kindled my love of the desert. When planning road trips I make sure not to drive across a desert before sunup or after sunset because I don’t want to miss any of the scenery.

    Sorry, fellow readers but I won’t reveal any of the plot. You will need to read the book to find out.

    Francisco Xavier

    • Frank,
      I know that Death House will be all the richer and more colorful thanks to your exceptionally critical eye. I hope the word does not get out on your stellar editing skills as I’m sure I won’t be able to afford you if it does. Please let me know when you make that trip across Southwest New Mexico. By the way, you may want to check out the Riders of the Purple Sage band, country rock that might be appropriate during a long drive across the desert. And rest assured, you’ll be the first to know when the sequel, Death House II, is ready for editing.
      ~Carole

  2. No, but I have an outline. Maybe while DHII is being written you can start your own novel . You can write about a poor Spanish farmer who has a horse and pits it in a competition against the evil ranch owner next door. They each bet their farms on the race and naturally the farmer wins. He goes on to become a famous race horse breeder! Almost like real life, huh?

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