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Haunting in Old Tailem (Haunting Clarisse Series Book 3)
Haunting in Old Tailem (Haunting Clarisse Series Book 3)
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Chapter One
The church door thumped behind her, closing unexpectedly. Then an ominous breeze of icy cold air swept through the center aisle. Clarisse shivered and jolted from the impromptu echoes around her. A tingling up her spine accentuated the goosebumps on both arms.
Wearing a short-sleeve T-shirt on a cold night showed her lack of preparedness in these parts. It got cold at night, despite the warmth during the day. It made no difference in Old Tailem Town, an uninhabited, pioneering ghost town that drew in tourists passing through on the main highway.
A group of people could be heard on the steps of the church while Clarisse was locked inside the pitch black house of God, used for paranormal tours and occasional church services. The church’s interior accentuated an uncanny, creepy sensation. The only light visible came from the full moon filtering through the ornamental windows, creating an illusion of yellow and green haze that seeped from the custom-made stained glass, not enough to navigate her way around. Luckily, Clarisse carried a flashlight for the tour as a standard article to see through the pitch-black town with only one streetlight.
Clarisse could not understand where the breeze originated. Everything is shut, she thought. Unless a window had flung open at the back of the church. It felt synonymous with a ghost spirit. Oh yes, Clarisse had felt this type of intrusion before from the dark spirit world. A message, their way of introduction in the first instance—a warning.
It was not your typical evening breeze, it carried a fouled, caustic stench that distinguished it from the natural environment. Experienced spirit hunters who connected to the dark world knew all about it, recognized it. It was what set the warning bells ringing. Something was out there.
Clarisse waved her flashlight around the room to find nothing out of the ordinary then took a step forward. Underneath her boots, an uneven surface shifted slightly from one side to the other. If she hadn’t been paying attention, she would have missed it. But that was what differentiated her from the others. She could sense and feel things that most people dismissed altogether, making nothing of it.
She tapped her boots again, like a Spanish dancer, discovering a trapdoor leading underneath the church. The trapdoor was constructed to blend into the hardwood panels that formed the flooring, located in a dark place at the back of the center aisle and to one side. Not a place tourists would gravitate toward but ideally designed to be hidden from view.
There was a fast flash of light that lasted a millisecond, followed by another. There was no storm outside, no lightning, for it to have been caused by the elements.
She squinted more than once as the strength of the light momentarily blinded her, like a camera’s flash. A smell of magnesium and potassium filled the air instantly, typical of the illuminations used by late eighteenth-century photographers. Clarisse shook her head as her vision returned quickly. Someone was in the room and not from this world—she sensed its presence.
There was another bright flash of light, but this time followed by a child’s giggle.
She folded her arms and put her fingertips on her chin, concentrating. This was not a new sound to her. It belonged to someone who she had associated with before.
There was another giggle, accompanied by little footsteps racing across the timber floor panels as they creaked and tapped audaciously, like a rhythmic tap dancer.
Most people would be running for the doors screaming, but not Clarisse. Although she was apprehensive, which raised her awareness and heightened her senses, she was not frightened.
“I know it’s you, Little Charlie … So, you followed me here to Old Tailem Town?” Clarisse placed her hands on her hips and waited for him to react. He was still a child, merely seeking the attention of an adult.
There was another giggle but louder and more pronounced this time. He was responding in the only way he knew how.
“You don’t need to stay in this transient world. I know how to release your spirit,” said Clarisse.
A loud bang came from the ceiling that she could not distinguish. She thought it sounded like something had collided with the church beam, so Clarisse directed her flashlight instantly to the roof, to her horror.
Little Charlie had thrown a rope over the beam with the noose around his neck. He hung on to the beam like a monkey then jumped from it like a bungee jumper. He hung himself, gasping for air, while his legs dangled and kicked underneath him.
Clarisse watched in trepidation as the hideous image of Little Charlie played out in front of her in a gruesome display of evil. He moaned until his lungs were emptied of air, and his head tilted to the side, lifeless and devoid of any pain.
There was another flash of light and the smell of magnesium again. She blinked momentarily to maintain her focus on him, bizarre as it might seem.
He hung with the rope around his neck, his tongue sticking out of a red face starved of oxygen. At the same time, he was smiling as though he was only having fun. Death was a reenactment that he had become accustomed to, to the point he thought it funny, a way of horrifying others and making them pay attention. He had a young mind—innocent and conditioned to get the attention of others. Little Charlie didn’t know whether he was dead or alive; he was far too young to understand. As far as he was concerned, tying a loop around his neck, jumping, and choking to death made him realize he felt no pain. He could do it over and over again.
Clarisse knew from her encounter in Hartley that Little Charlie was an attention seeker and someone who liked to cling on to you. That could explain how he had ended up in Old Tailem Town. Running away from evil might seem like a good idea at the time, but you could not hide.
“Come over here, Little Charlie. There is nothing to be afraid of,” she said.
He replied with a cheeky grin on his boyish face. His mousy brown hair thrown from side to side, he signaled with his right index finger, waving it left to right many times.
“Nuh-uh,” he mimed, his way of saying no.
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An Australian ghost town. A resident demon. Will Old Tailem town succumb to Little Charlie and his evil crew?
Clarisse realizes that running from evil is not a bad idea until she figures out you can't hide. When some ghosts get tired of hanging around, they latch onto you. At the center of the war on evil is a historic Church that carries dark secrets within its walls. After she meets with the local Shaman, Clarisse discovers secrets with evil consequences by digging too deep into the town’s past. When matters become complicated, she visits a circus of young performers on the outskirts of town, triggering unexpected paranormal events and unleashing memories of a one-hundred-year curse. After being caught in the crossfire of a battle for evil supremacy, Clarisse confronts Little Charlie as he rallies the town's ghosts into an impeccable evil stronghold.
Can the local Shaman and townsfolk rally in her quest to defeat the evil incarnate or will the town succumb to Little Charlie and his evil crew?
Haunting in Old Tailem is the third standalone book in the spine-chilling Haunting Clarisse supernatural horror series. If you like pulse-pounding tension, scarily dark corners, and thought-provoking dilemmas, then you’ll love Janice Tremayne’s unsettling story.
'Haunting in Old Tailem is the third book in the Haunting Clarisse series. While there are a few mentions of events that have come before, this is very much readable as a standalone. It sits well in the horror genre, but there are a few nice, distinctive touches to the novel that separate it from the field.
For example, setting this paranormal horror novel in Australia is a fantastic and unique choice. The story retains the creepiness of other books in the horror genre, but the lively setting offers a distinctive flavor. The atmosphere and characters feel authentic, with a smattering of Aussie slang, bush, and fauna. On top of that, the writing is accessible to all. Haunting in Old Tailem sets up a perfectly eerie atmosphere in rural Australia. Despite the blistering heat, the chills are palpable. This supernatural horror novel comes with some lovely twists that keep me reading, engaged, and fearful for what comes next.'
Joelene Pynnonen - Independent Book Review
'This is a brilliant read. It's thrilling, and I recommend reading it.
It has a wonderful, well-written plot and storyline that had me engaged from the start. I love the well-fleshed-out characters and found them believable. There is great suspense, and I found myself continuously second-guessing every thought I had. I can't wait to read what the author has in store next.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Bwichkan - TOP 500 Amazon Reviewer
'Haunting in Old Tailem: A Supernatural Suspense (Haunting Clarisse - Book 3) by Janice Tremayne is an amazing story to read. This is book number three in this amazing series that I am so hooked on. I highly recommend it to everyone.'
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Scarolet Ellis - TOP 1000 Amazon Reviewer
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