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Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Monday, February 4, 2019

appearances lie - Obedience by Michael Potts

"Every step of the way, my imagination was taken to that place and to the barn and I could visualize every scary moment. I would love to see what a film maker could do with this as a movie. [...] I would definitely recommend this book to any horror story enthusiast! Looking forward to reading the other books." Nanci, Goodreads

Description:

It is a lazy summer day in the Appalachian foothills of Tennessee; much like the day before, and the day before that. Everything seems normal - at least on the surface; like an idyllic, pastoral painting; the sky dyed with pastels of blue and white, the ground carpeted with dark green fescue and bluegrass, a clapboard farmhouse resting on top of a hill, sugar maples, oaks and Eastern red cedars providing welcome shade from the heat of a Tennessee summer sun. You can almost see moving images of little children running barefoot through the grass; an era before tweeting and texting and the triumph of technology over all.

Alas, appearances lie.

Behind the clapboard farmhouse sits a red barn, all bright and new looking; fresh enough to lull a casual observer into believing it the benign keeper of hey for cattle and shelter for goats. A closer look reveals the color to be not barn red, but blood red.
Locals tend to close their eyes when passing by that barn. Something is just not right about it. Some say it is unnatural. Some say it's obscene and evil. But they don't say such things out loud, for the owner of the barn is Sheldon Sprigg, a well-respected man of the cloth, the preacher at Hare’s Corner Church of God Incarnate. Sheldon is the most upright man in these parts. He keeps the law religiously, and makes sure his wife and teenaged daughter do too. After all, to obey is better than sacrifice.

Still, there's just something that not right about that barn. 

EXCERPT

Inside the barn, Satan, back in his true form, rubs his snake-like scales. “Don’t rush things, Sheldon,” he hisses. “All in good time.” His voice changes to Frank Sinatra’s and he sings, “I’ll do it my way.” Satan laughs. “My theme song.”
Satan loves the portal in Sheldon’s barn. Thousands of years ago, he passed through the portal and entered the world of the Shawnee tribe of Native Americans. But they only hunted in this area, and they avoided the portal as if it were a charging herd of mad bison. Satan figured the portal was a waste of time-- until the Scotch-Irish arrived. Their descendants accepted a harsh, legalistic Christianity that Satan liked.
Once I twist their religion to my liking, Satan thinks, I can snag any soul I want. The Spriggs have been good feastings over the years.
Sure, I have to put some effort and creativity into it. Sheldon was easy to snag, but not so easy that he became boring like Hollywood actors. Make them lust, their faith goes bust. There are others who make actors seem hard to tempt by comparison: lawyers, journalists, politicians, artists, college professors, and the easiest of all, college administrators. But the Sprigg family, they’re refreshing. They require me to use my imagination, and when I finally ensnare a Sprigg, he tastes so good, like a pig roasted on a spit. Time for a good Sprigg pickin’.
Satan laughs. Sheldon’s legalism is his downfall, he thinks. God, I’m brilliant—you were such a fool to kick me out of Heaven. Now I’ve created my most brilliant idea yet; to shape-shift into some silly nineteenth century artist’s view of Jesus and convince Sheldon that I am Jesus. It was almost too easy, though I softened him up for six months before I finally appeared to Sheldon. The stupid fool forgot that Jesus was a Jew and not the western European in those – ha ha ha - “God- awful” paintings. Sheldon and I will have so much fun in hell. There I won’t look like his European Jesus.
Satan follows the curve of his lip as he traces the perpetually sarcastic smile plastered on it. First things first. I’ve set ole’ Sheldon on the path to killing Ginny. She’ll hate him when she dies, so I’ll snatch her soul, too. Sheldon needs a little more persuasion before he gathers the will to kill Ginny, but this man’s soul is in the bag.:”
I guarantee it,” Satan says, his voice one of some sleazy salesman on a bad TV ad, “or your money back.”

About the author:
Michael Potts grew up near Smyrna, Tennessee and is currently Professor of Philosophy at Methodist University in Fayetteville, North Carolina. His undergraduate degree (in Biblical languages) is from David Lipscomb University. He also holds the Master of Theology from Harding University Graduate School of Religion, the Master of Arts (in Religion) from Vanderbilt University, and the Ph.D. in philosophy from The University of Georgia. Michael has twenty articles in scholarly journals, nine book chapters, six encyclopedia articles, six book reviews, and he co-edited the book, "Beyond Brain Death: The Case Against Brain Based Criteria for Human Death," which was published in 2000 by Kluwer Academic Publishers. He also has over fifty scholarly presentations, including one presented at the Pontifical Academy of Sciences at The Vatican in 2005. Michael is a 2007 graduate of The Writers Loft at Middle Tennessee State University and a 2007 graduate of the Odyssey Writing Workshop at St. Anselm College in Manchester, New Hampshire. His poetry has been published in Journal of the American Medical Association, Iodine Poetry Journal, Poems & Plays, and other literary journals. His poetry chapbook, "From Field to Thicket," won the 2006 Mary Belle Campbell Poetry Book Award of the North Carolina Writers Network. His creative nonfiction essay, "Haunted," won the Rose Post Creative Nonfiction Award, also sponsored by the North Carolina Writers Network. Besides reading and writing, he enjoys vegetable gardening, canning, and ghost investigations. He and his wife, Karen, live with their three cats, Frodo, Rosie, and Pippin, in Linden, North Carolina.

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13 comments:

Laura Thomas said...

This is my kind of story. Chilling cover art too!

CJ said...

The cover is kinda creepy.... I like it! LOL. Thanks for sharing the excerpt with all of us. :)

lildevilgirl22 said...

What a cool cover

Nancy P said...

Intriguing cover

Carl Scott said...

I find the cover very mysterious, I'm not even sure what i'm seeing. Thanks for the chance to win!!

Michael Potts said...

You're welcome! I was pleased at the artist's cover art for my book. It fits the story perfectly. The key opens the lock on the chain to the barn where Satan dwells and comes out to possess a member of the Sprigg family every generation. The family history is one of madness, murder, and horror, and Sheldon Sprigg wants to continue that madness by killing his own daughter to "save her soul." His daughter, Ginny, must fight to save her mother and her friends from the beast, who shape-shifts to look like Jesus and fools Sheldon, the preacher, into attempted murder, slowly driving him to deeper madness.

Ellie Wright said...

Great cover! I'm looking forward to reading it.

Mary Cloud said...

No questions - the cover is creepy

Joseph Wallace said...

The skull on the cover is creepy. Congrats on the release. Bernie Wallace BWallace1980(at)hotmail(d0t)com

Heather D said...

I like the cover.

Bea LaRocca said...

Great cover, synopsis and excerpt! This sounds like a chilling yet thrilling read. I'm looking forward to it.

Michael Potts said...

I hope those of you who read enjoy it. Supernatural horror is my preferred genre--maybe it goes back to the 1960s when I was a child being scared by the old horror soap opera .

Anna Josefin Bergman said...

The cover looks good.