Nails by Fiona Dodwell‏

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Book Description:

Carla Bracken knew she needed a change, a new start. Moving to Moorelands Close was supposed to be the beginning of something bigger and better, so when things start to take a sinister turn in her new home, she tries to explain it away.

However, she cannot ignore the mounting horror she experiences behind closed doors. What is the dark history behind her new home, and can she stop the unfolding terror in its tracks before it’s too late?

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About the Author:

Fiona is represented by Media Bitch Literary Agency, and is the author of three full length horror novels. She writes freelance for several paranormal magazines, including Supernatural Magazine and Paranormal Underground. She is a big fan of all things horror, and has studied Exorcism and Demonology. In her spare time, she attends paranormal investigations and works for a care charity. Her latest release, Nails, is now available on Amazon.



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To celebrate the release of my novella, Nails, I am sharing an excerpt from a chapter. This story was so fun to write. Being an avid fan of the traditional ghost story, I wanted to create something that was creepy and sinister, but in a modern, homely setting. I wanted to take the gothic and Victorian chills of old tales like The Woman in Black and land it squarely into the modern world.

I hope you enjoy this sample, and if you find yourself wanting to read more after this, Nails is currently available on Amazon for 0.99.

            Carla froze in the darkness of the shadowy bedroom, listening. Her heart quickened in her chest, a knot of tension rising within her. Her fingers grasped the edges of the duvet, clinging to it fiercely. Here it was again, the same tapping from the night before. It seemed loud, so clear, too near to be coming from next door. An image of rats scurrying around the house sent goosebumps travelling along her skin, and Carla reached across the bed and shook Josh. He mumbled something, half asleep, and turned his back to her. “Josh! That tapping again…I can hear it… Wake up!”

            Carla sat up slowly, pulling the duvet to cover her breasts and continued to listen, her breath tight in her lungs. Feelings from childhood resurfaced, that constant nagging worry every child felt as the lights went out. The never-ending need to understand if there was something – or someone – hidden under the bed, far back into the shadowy darkness. To know if monsters were real.

Tap, tap, tap, tap…the sound of something sharp rapidly clawing against… Against what? A door? Table? Floor boards?

Carla swallowed hard and threw back the covers. “Damn it.” She remembered her clothes were in the lounge and reached around in the dark until she felt her bath robe. She pulled it on and stepped out into the hallway.

Silence greeted her.

She moved forward but heard nothing. Moving down the stairs her bare feet treading into the thick, soft carpet, Carla peered behind her, feeling exposed. Nothing there she pressed on until she reached the bottom of the steps. She peered into the lounge, slapping the light on noisily. Everything was still. Everything was as it should be. Yet somehow, Carla did not feel relieved. The sense that she wasn’t alone, that she was being watched, invaded her senses. Her skin prickled, and she imagined the tiny feet of a hundred spiders crawling over her.

Tap, tap, tap, tap…

Carla held her breath and stared towards the kitchen. It was coming from in there.

Tour Giveaway:

2 e copies of Nails

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