Supernatural Urban Legends
Guest Post by Sherry Soule
Today author, Sherry Soule has some exciting news to share with us! The next epic installment of the thrilling Spellbound series, DESTINY DISRUPTED (older YA paranormal romance) has been published.
To help promote these thrilling serial novels, Sherry is doing this guest post to share the news with fellow booklovers.
Hi everyone, I’m Sherry Soule—waving from the Bay Area. Thanks for letting me stop by today and chat about my books. It’s a thrill to get to be a guest and meet fellow booklovers. I have put together a few mysterious and intriguing urban legends about the Spellbound series that surround the cursed town of Fallen Oaks, California…
Urban Legend #1
Did you know that Dante’s Nine Circles of Hell wasn’t too far off? According to mythology, these are doorways into demon dimensions located all over the world. And one of them is called the Sheol, a demonic prison that holds The Nocturne, an ancient race of demons. They are the pure essence of a demon trapped in the form of a shadow. Nocturnes were once enslaved by the Forsaken, a band of exiled fallen angels. Nocturne are also known as Soul Eaters. The Sheol is magically sealed and was once guarded by a powerful coven.
White Witches used to do it. Once they had enough power to protect this world against a fracture in the magicks protecting the Sheol. Women, born to fight demons. Witches, destined to protect the world against the evils sealed within that otherworldly prison forever. Except, nothing lasted forever…
So, do you believe in the Nocturne? What do you think will happen if they are ever freed?
Urban Legend #2
One haunted house claim that continues to be an urban legend is the infamous, Craven Manor in Fallen Oaks. Books and stories have been written based on its hauntings and its reputation as one of California's most ghostly places.
Craven Manor’s first owner was a woman and dark sorceress named, Rowan Broussard. After her death, the estate was used as an all girl’s boarding school for many years. The sixty room Gothic mansion was listed for sale with the resident ghosts. Other odd things that occurred in in this house were: doors and windows that opened or closed on their own, cold drafts, whispering voices, and some visitors even claimed to see a dark shadowy figure roaming the halls.
However, Craven Manor is most famously linked to the disappearance of six children during the years of 1964 through 1967. (After the school was closed, the estate became the property of the town before it was sold to an wealthy, oil magnate.) After the children’s' bodies were discovered buried within the walls of the house, obviously from less than peaceful circumstances, the town buried them in Silent Hollows Cemetery.
Did these Children buried on unconsecrated ground, lead to the strange tragedy that would make this mansion so famous?
Urban Legend #3
Ah, let’s move on to the zombie apocalypse!
Another interesting urban legend states that on September 28, 1941, during an eclipse, a zombie was spotted in Fallen Oaks. To make matters worse, a fire at the local mill had swept through town. As day turned to night, more zombies appeared. Many townsfolk mistook the undead for dazed mill workers. After the residents received hugs from the zombies, they were bitten by these paranormals, and soon the epidemic spread across the town like wildfire.
To make matters worse, the roads and bridges connecting Fallen Oaks to the rest of the Bay Area had burned in the fire. The townsfolk had no way to escape. Scores of people become lost when they chose to venture into the dark depth of Deadwood Grove rather than face the insatiable zombie menace.
Within days, the Paranormal Research Group (PRG) converged on Fallen Oaks in a variety of aircraft. They established a base on the south side of the forest and went about the process of extermination. It took two weeks to secure the town. A total of 500 people were plague-ridden, an enormous number considering that there wasn’t a zombie vaccine available at this time.
Whatever the case, Fallen Oaks’s zombie outbreak affected just under 600 people, making it one of the worst cases in U.S. history.
Are you prepared for a zombie apocalypse? What if zombies start showing up again?
Thank you so much for letting me chat up my YA series with all of you. It’s been an honor to share the eerie urban legends associated with the Spellbound series. If you haven’t seized your copy yet, please do so. Many thrilling and extraordinary adventures await you!
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At the next ominous thump, I finger the handle of the Glock 19 under my pillow. My heart thunders. A girl living alone in New York must be careful, even in the Upper East Side. My fingers are clumsy and moist as I slide the safety off, the cold metal heavy in my hand.
Whoever’s trying to break into my apartment had better think twice.
I sit up slowly, listening hard. My body tenses. An eerie sensation batters my senses, like a sixth sense awakening, blooming, and soaking through my bones. As it intensifies, the sense of urgency clears any traces of drowsiness. I try to swallow, but the lump in my throat won’t let me.
This isn’t the first time I’ve felt such a sensation, but right now it’s off the charts. My weird intuition often shows up right before I bump into an old friend, someone knocks on my door or a phone rings. Or worse, when I’m about to find myself knee-deep in shit. My own personal warning device.
Scrape, scrape, scrape.
The thumping noise is replaced by a scratching on the other side of the apartment. It unnervingly echoes like fingernails grating down a chalkboard. The building responds, crooning under a blanket of wind.
I fumble to switch on the bedside lamp, and soft white light illuminates the room. Staggering to my feet, I stare at the closed bedroom door.
Scrape, scrape, scrape.
Hunching my shoulders, I take a tentative step closer. The hardwood floor is icy, and gooseflesh rises stiff and fast on my arms. I move again, tiptoeing toward the door. A board groans sharply under my weight.
So much for being quiet.
The blinds are open, making me feel vulnerable, naked. Beyond the street lamps, lights blaze from towering skyscrapers and a sharp gust bends the trees. The brownstone grunts and whines against the biting winds of approaching winter.
Scrape, scrape, scrape.
Could it be an animal making those noises? A neighbor?
A sudden draft moves through the room. It’s reminiscent of sticky breath laden with foul odors, close and oppressive. That weird psychic sensation hits hard again, and it feels as though I’ve locked myself in a dark closet with a hundred vipers.
A tingle of chilling menace teases my spine as I force myself to move. I pop the clip out of the gun and check it. Still loaded.
Scrape, scrape, scrape.
I ease forward, my bare feet shuffling closer to the door. I press my ear to the wood, motionless. Listening.
Then a soft thud emerges. Something’s at the window. Tapping. Pinging. The fluttering of wings. The noise jangles my senses. Illuminated by a full moon, dozens of huge, furry black moths dive-bomb the glass, as if they’re on a kamikaze mission.
Moths in October? Super weird.
The little hairs on my neck prickle. I freeze in place; the big muscles in my thighs tremble as though I’d just finished running a marathon. My body is alive and alert to every sound as I wait for the noise to repeat.
This is stupid. I have a freakin’ gun. I wrench open the door and peer into the living room and adjoining kitchen. With the gun held out in front of me, only a little unsteady, my eyes sweep the room. No one hiding in the dark corners beyond the heavy furniture. Not many places to hide in a small New York apartment.
Scrape, scrape, scrape.
The noises are coming from the front door. Someone is trying to get in…or just trying to scare the hell outta me.
It could be a tree scraping against a window. Or a guy in the next apartment coming home. But my gut says it isn’t either of those things.
I turn on a lamp and hurry toward the front door.
Before I make it across the room, shadows shift beneath the doorway. I skid to a stop on the waxed floor. He’s still there. I grip the gun tighter for a moment. Neither of us moves. Whoever it is, he’s in the hallway, waiting...