Book & Author Details:
Black Water Tales: The Unwanted by JeanNicole Rivers
Publication date: March 31st 2016
Genres: Adult, Horror
In the remote, eastern European town of Borslav there is St. Sebastian orphanage, a place where people discard their unwanted children. For the American, Blaire Baker, it’s the perfect place to volunteer her services. Paired with a cheerful volunteer nurse, Blaire is enthusiastic about the possibilities, but is quickly discouraged when she encounters the nefarious nature of the staff and the deplorable conditions of the facility and
Upon arrival, one of the children informs Blaire, “There’s something in the basement.” It isn’t long before strange things begin happening, including Blaire’s flashbacks of the accident that killed her parents. The children soon suffer injuries that Blaire, first, fears may be the deeds of the callous workers but she soon thinks the abuse may originate from a source that is less than human, something unwanted.
The unwanted is coming but in order for Blaire to fight it, she must dig into St. Sebastian and herself in search of truth. Blaire wants nothing more than to help the children, but when discovers the tragedy that happened in the basement and learns that the same evil forces are still at work, it will be Blaire who needs help… There’s something in the basement.
Blaire turned to see her mother still pulling weakly at her lifeless legs, struggling to fight the unconsciousness that threatened to overtake her. Blaire pulled at the passenger side door until it screeched open. One of her mother’s legs was almost free, but the other was immovable from under the wreckage. There was that strange smell again, and her mother smelled it now too. Her hopeless eyes met her daughter’s, and the water that gathered at the corners of them made Blaire tremble with fear.
“Go!” her mother yelled. “Go! Run! Get away!”
Blaire was dizzy with confusion, but she knew that she couldn’t leave her mother. Everything around her moved strangely, time and all within it slowed, including her mother’s voice that now sounded like a worn out, old record.
“Blaire, go!” The woman screamed at the child who refused to move.
Gathering all of the energy that was left in her, she pushed Blaire hard causing the girl to tumble back to the ground. Glass dug into the palms of her soft hands. For the first time, Blaire saw that her legs were covered in blood from the pieces of glass that were lodged into what seemed like every inch of her skin; terror swelled in her, making it hard to breath. The sweet fumes were so strong now that one could almost take a bit out of them.
The young Blaire stumbled to her feet again and bolted away. With crowds beginning to form, Blaire turned to watch. At the front of the crowd, Blaire stood next to a tall man in a blue shirt, who stopped another man starting toward the car.
“You smell that?,” the man asked a question that was clearly a warning.
No, please save my mother and father! What are you doing? Why are you all just standing here? Blaire heard herself screaming. But no one moved to help; no one paid any attention. She grabbed and pulled at the people, begging them to do something. Her mind was frantic and screaming and running and grabbing, but she soon realized that her body was not moving at all. Blaire was immobile and silent. Blaire, like the others, was just standing there, zombie-like, watching the horrific scene.
The bystanders began taking several steps backward. The tall man pressed his forearm into Blaire’s chest forcing her to take more steps back, away from her mother and father.
“Help me,” her mother cried out, waking from another bout of unconsciousness. “Help me, please.”
No one helped. No one could ever truly help anyone else. One’s fate was always their own, and acceptance was mandatory.
Silently, they all just stood there like a band of back-country hillbillies, watching the grotesque but mesmerizing circus sideshow.
Come one, come all, see death!
I was born in the tiny, but lovable town of Centralia, IL which has a two screen movie theatre, one high school and still celebrates May Fete, so I had no choice, but to develop a fantastic imagination. Since childhood I have been writing everything from short stories to songs, but I have always aspired to compose a novel. Black Water Tales: The Secret Keepers is my first novel and the first book in what will be a series of thriller novels.
Philosophy was my study in college and I received a Bachelor of Arts in the subject from Florida International University. Writing is one of my most favored artistic pursuits, but my love for the arts does not stop there, I am also a vocalist and actress and participate in local theater in Houston Texas.