Night Touch by Tracey H. Kitts
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About the author:
I write erotic horror under the name T.K. Hardin.
What inspired you to write your book?
My love of all things macabre. Well, that and the fact that I wish this place really existed. LOL
Here is a short sample from the book:
Chapter One
I splashed cold water on my face, as if that could wash away what I’d seen. Tonight’s nightmare was the same as a few nights before. It doesn’t happen every night, but for the past three months I kept dreaming of her, a young woman covered in blood. I usually woke up when she screamed, but not tonight.
Tonight I got a really good look at her eyes. Other details were not as clear, but I will never forget those eyes. Before that moment I thought I was having visions of a victim. I was seeing a murderer. The hatred in her gaze gave me a chill that I could not shake. I looked once more at my haunted reflection before pulling on a thick robe.
My hands were cold, but I refuse to wear gloves in my own home. Gloves are my usual defense against the rest of the world. Often when I touch people, I see things. Sometimes it’s a premonition of things to come, and other times it is a vision of the past. However it occurs, I typically see whatever I am going to see on contact, not later in my dreams. Things I have seen in my dreams before were about me, not someone else. But I don’t know this woman and can’t figure out a connection.
I shudder to think that I came in contact with her and accidentally touched her. Occasionally, I get visions from touching objects if someone experienced a strong emotion while holding it. That doesn’t happen often, thank goodness. Otherwise, I’d never be able to touch anything with my bare hands.
I climbed back in bed, but there was no way I could sleep now. I turned on the TV and there was an advertisement for Notte Oscura. It’s a huge macabre theme park near the beach. Notte Oscura has been open for nearly two years and I still haven’t gone.
According to all the commercials it looks like a Mardi Gras/Carnival party, only with vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. My friend Liza goes there fairly often. She really enjoys the night club, Midnight Jamboree. The main reason she hasn’t been able to talk me into going with her yet is because I avoid crowds. The last time I went to a night club, a man bumped into me and his bare hand touched my arm. I saw that he was about to die. He was going to be hit by a buss as soon as he left the building. The club was crowded and when he touched me, he quickly apologized and kept moving toward the door. I tried to fight my way through the crowd to reach him. I even yelled for him to stop, but the music was too loud. I didn’t make it in time. Just as I stumbled outside onto the sidewalk, the bus ran him down. All I could do was scream.
That was two years ago and sometimes I still see his face when I close my eyes.
“Come on down and join us,” the man on the commercial said with a smile. “We are open every evening, from dusk till dawn.”
I looked at the clock. It was just after midnight and I wasn’t going to sleep any more tonight. I’m not sure why, but I suddenly felt compelled to go. Maybe I would find answers to these upsetting dreams, or maybe I would simply forget to worry for a few hours. Either way, I decided to get dressed and pay Notte Oscura a visit.
Chapter Two
I put on my favorite jeans, knee-high boots, and a tight black sweater. It was early January and cold as shit. People think that it doesn’t get that cold in Florida. Trust me when I say that cold air and high humidity do not mix well. The temperatures may not drop as low here, but wet cold is so much worse than dry cold. At least, in my opinion. The thermostat on my porch said it was twenty degrees. For once, my gloves wouldn’t look out of place.
The good news was, this was the off season for Panama City. However, there was still traffic backed up down the street in front of Notte Oscura. I remember reading somewhere that the theme park’s name was Italian for Dark Night. After I finally found a parking place and got a better look at the park, I had to say the name was appropriate. Commercials didn’t do it justice. Even what I could see from the outside was impressive.
The sounds of laughter and screams could be heard from the parking lot and as I made my way to the ticket booth, I heard music as well. The combined scents of fresh salty air and cotton candy reached me as I drew closer. I already felt better. This was a good decision. I smiled as the cold wind whipped my long curly hair across my face. I hadn’t felt this good in months. Maybe Liza was right, maybe I did need to get out more.
The line out front was long, but it moved quickly. After I bought my ticket, I stood inside the gates, shivering for a moment, wondering where to go first. The top of a huge Ferris wheel could be seen behind a large building labeled, “Midnight Jamboree,” in neon purple letters. Music thumped loudly every time the doors opened. To my right I saw another building labeled, “Arena 1.” There was a poster nearby of a talk man in a cloak with lightening in the background. It was labeled, “Frankenstein.” Beside this was a poster of the sexiest man I’d ever seen. He was dressed all in black, with a cloak pulled back to reveal his dark hair and striking features. I stood there for a moment, as if in a trance. There was something in his eyes that seemed to capture me. And those lips!
“Fuck me,” I said in an undertone.
There was no label on this picture, so I had no idea who he was, but I was guessing he was a vampire.
I had taken a few steps toward Arena 1 when a swarm of bats flew out of the entrance and scattered into the wind. This was followed immediately by a crowd of screaming women. It looked like they were trying to catch the bats.
“What the hell?” I said to myself.
I was still staring at this bizarre spectacle when a werewolf nearly ran me down.
That’s right, a werewolf. I’d never seen one up close before and as he reached out clawed hands to steady me, all I could do was stare.
“I’m so sorry. You all right there, darlin’?”
Wow. Was that a Kentucky accent I detected? A lot of people don’t realize there is a difference in Southern accents, but there is. I had an aunt from Kentucky; it is not an accent you could easily mistake.
I looked up into the face of the wolfman and probably surprised us both when I laughed.
“I guess I should be screaming,” I said, jokingly. “And yes, I’m fine. I take it you work here?”
He gave me what I’m sure was a smile, but it was scary as hell.
“And I take it I’m not the first werewolf you’ve seen?”
“Up close? Yeah, you are. But if you are on this side of the gate, I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt.”
I can’t say for certain why I wasn’t afraid of him, I simply wasn’t. If anything, this seven-foot wolfman made me feel at ease. That made no sense at all. He was a full-on beast, with massive claws, teeth that could easily bite off a body part, and a cock that hung to his knees. Yeah, he was just a little bit intimidating. Obviously, Notte Oscura is for the twenty-one and over crowd only. I also hear it’s avoided by religious nutters and prudes, or anyone else who would be offended by werewolf cock. Liza had warned me, but I really wasn’t prepared. I couldn’t stop staring.
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