Getting ready-er for Halloween!
Buried by Sian B. Claven releases tomorrow in the Horror genre.
Home is where the heart is … or the hatred. You can feel the love and care someone puts into their home just by walking into it. Equally, you can feel the hatred and malice when you step into a home where dark deeds have been done.
Alex and his team of so-called paranormal
investigators are given the opportunity of a lifetime when they are able to
film inside one of the most haunted, and cursed, locations in their area.
The Jackson Mansion.
The thing that makes this mansion truly unique is that it is built completely underground. Determined to uncover the dark secrets of the mansion’s past, and prove himself a notable investigator, Alex doesn’t care what it takes. The mansion, however, has other ideas, as well as some rather restless occupants.
From Chapter Nine
Wallace Jackson had just inherited a mansion back in his family’s hometown and he was curious about it, specifically about its morbid history. There was a rumor circulating that the Jackson Mansion was cursed and that in each generation a Jackson family member was doomed to be a killer.
Wallace didn’t hold with such nonsense. He was a firm believer in science and fact, and there was no such thing as curses. Still, he travelled to the mansion and was delighted when he discovered it was built underground. He found a bedroom and made it his own, directing the servants on where to pack his goods before he went to explore the mansion. It would make an excellent place to conduct his experiments.
He lived at the mansion alone, preferring to be left in peace to work, while his family remained in Jackson where his children went to school. His wife had not been saddened by his departure; he was rarely home anyway and she knew how important his work was.
He turned one of the rooms into a laboratory of sorts and spent countless days working there. His meals were served there, his tea was served there, and eventually he moved his bed in there so that he wouldn’t waste any of his time at all. It was a dream come true for Wallace Jackson, and one he intended to continue to live until his last breath.
There was, however, a nagging feeling. Something in the pit of his stomach that made him question whether or not the mansion was complete. A little voice kept gnawing at him, telling him he had to expand the mansion, grow its reach.
So he called contractors in, told them what he wanted and set them to work. It would fall into his daily ritual. Eat, Work, Eat, Work, check on the progress of the building, Eat, Work and rest. Every day was the same as the one before and would be the same as the one that ensued.
Unfortunately, though, the construction quickly burned through his savings and he had to find alternative ways to make money. He knew there was a need for women to have abortions safely and without judgment and without the law interfering. He mentioned it to his servants and they brought forth the first girl desperate to have an abortion. She paid the price for it and Wallace executed the abortion skillfully, putting the tiny baby body into a jar. It was little more than a head, but he wanted to study it anyway, so these abortions would not be a complete waste.
There was an endless supply of women who needed his help and many came from the bigger cities under the guise that they were on a Christian retreat, or on holiday with friends, just to enlist his services. His plan worked perfectly; he was able to support his family in Jackson, his renovations of the mansion and his scientific studies. Senators brought mistresses, mayors brought daughters, and everyone in between came from miles around to use his abortion services.
Soon he had a fair collection of babies in jars that lined his laboratory and it got him to thinking about them. He wanted to dissect and study them.
He started with the earlier and smaller ones he preserved. He cut them open, examined what had developed and what had not, and made notes on each one.
It wasn’t long before he heard the voices of his ancestors talking to him, guiding him, telling him how to renovate the mansion and what to use the dead babies for.
Soon he experimented with attaching different body parts to the aborted babies to try and bring them back to life. He tried attaching them to each other and pulsating them with electricity. He tried attaching them to various animal bodies. Soon he began to order foreign creatures from out of the country to experiment on. He brought in various kinds of cats, dogs, exotic birds, and then started to bring creatures of varying kinds.
About the Author
Born in South Africa, in the heart of Johannesburg, Sian Claven grew up with a vivid imagination. When she wasn’t immersing herself in books, she was actively creating her own stories.
At 29 years old, left to her own devices after her sister immigrated, Sian, wrote her first horror book Ensnared and dared to publish it under the guidance of indie authors Toni Cox and Ashleigh Giannaccaro.
Now she has released more than ten books including a thriller and sci-fi fantasy.
In 2019, Sian took up the challenge of publishing 11 books in 11 months.
Sian came second place in the First Annual Indie Awards for Favourite African Author.
Sian’s book, Sylvana, the final book in her Butcher series, made the Amazon top 100 best sellers list in several categories across three countries.
In her spare time, Sian is an avid Harry Potter fan, pop collector and Bingo addict. She resides in Johannesburg with her 2 best friends, their daughter, their 6 dogs and 2 cats.
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