The ninth of thirteen creepy tales of murder and mayhem on Friday the 13th…
Meet me in the Night by Tamrie Foxtail
Fun Fact:
I don’t like mirrors. There are very few mirrors in the house. It’s not a phobia. I’m not afraid to look in a mirror—they just strike me as slightly disturbing. It’s as if I might see something that isn’t there standing just behind me.
When I was trying to come up with the September 2024 story I started thinking about mirrors. I was going through a rough spot missing my husband who passed away a few years ago. I decided to add the fox in the story because they always feel like a link to my husband. And no—my love of foxes did not lead to my last name. My last name led to my love of foxes.
Those three things: mirrors, the loss of my husband, and foxes, all came together in this story.
Find Tamrie’s Friday the 13th story here…
Blurb:
Kacie Halloran is still grieving the death of her fiancé, Seamus. She finds reminders of him everywhere, but most of all in the antique mirror that draws her into a mysterious realm each night. Half-hidden in the shadows is a figure who offers to lead Kacie to her lover.
If she can find Seamus in that dark otherworld, can she bring him back to the world of the living? Or will the other realm claim her life and her soul?
Excerpt:
“Kacie.”
She opened her eyes. The voice had been little more than a scratchy whisper. Had she imagined it? Could someone be in the apartment? Her heart slammed against her chest. She felt the pounding of it in her ears.
She pushed back the covers, sat on the edge of the bed, and listened. Nothing. Was someone in her home? She didn’t want to turn on a light, didn’t want to call attention to her bedroom if there was someone in her apartment. Kacie reached for her phone, her fingers brushing an empty spot on the nightstand. She’d left her phone in the living room. She couldn’t call for help and there was no lock on the bedroom door. Was there anything she could use for a weapon?
She stood up. Keeping one trembling hand on the edge of the nightstand she used the other to trace the cord of the lamp. The little touch lamp was the only weapon she could think of.
Wait. The voice had called her name. If there was someone in the apartment, it must be Kevin. Her brother had a key. But why would he be there in the middle of the night?
She crept to the bedroom door, turned the knob slowly, and listened. Nothing. She must have imagined it, but if she didn’t check it out, she’d lay there all-night worrying.
The hall was dark, but not as dark as it should have been. The antique mirror, now hanging in the hallway, glowed with a pale, amethyst light in the darkness.
She stepped up to it. Deep purples and blues swirled in the glass. She stroked the cool glass with her fingertips, her eyes closing of their own volition.
About the Author:
Tamrie Foxtail was raised in the sunshine state. She married an Okie who brought her to the Sooner State.
She now works with children in Special Education and is currently working on a cozy mystery series set in Oklahoma.
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