Category: Horror Publisher: Shady Dawn Publications
ISBN-10: 0615578365
Type: Fiction
Pages: 160
Copyright: April 1, 2006
ISBN-13: 9780615578361
Yearly Harvest: A True Tale of Christmas is the haunting tale of a young woman, Jin Duyen, discovering the secrets behind the terror-filled season of Christmas in Selah, a small, remote town ravaged by the mysterious presence in their midst.
Jin Duyen, a reporter, is assigned to do a story on the origins of Christmas' many traditions. After some research, she traces them back to Selah, a remote town in the Midwest, and travels there to dig for the truth.
Amy Carson, a private investigator from a nearby
town, is there looking into several cases of missing
children which have gone unsolved.
Oddly, the residents of Selah aren't caught up in the
festivities that the rest of the world is celebrating. Jin and
Amy soon discover Christmas holds a much darker meaning here... one that pitches them into the very same terror that has held Selah captive for years...
Excerpt
Is someone watching me? Jin wondered where that thought had come from at first but she had never felt this before. The coldness pressing against her mid-back and the back of her head was terrifying for some reason. Only the chill focused on her head didn’t feel like a hand. It was… different. She could almost feel a pair of eyes glaring at her from somewhere in the forest.
Jin glanced over her shoulder to assure herself that she was alone. Once again she confirmed it and turned back to the hole, which was two feet away. Jin came to a halt here, not wanting to get any closer. The odor of burning wood was immediately carried up into her nostrils. She almost gagged on it and brought a hand up to cover her face. It did little to stop the effects of the tainted air, which seemed to burn in her lungs. Jin leaned forward and peered into the hole.
Blackness returned her stare from the opening in the ground. The weakening sun wasn’t able to penetrate the void. If she didn’t know any better, Jin would have thought it was actually a black surface. She had never seen a darkness so thick, anywhere. It appeared to be a wall of some sort, a force. Although it was foreboding she somehow felt drawn to it. She imagined hands reaching up from the depth, beckoning for her to come closer.
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
