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Straw Girl by Brigid Barry is a Book Heaven Wednesday pick #horror #paranormal #mustread #bhw

  • Writer: N. N. Light
    N. N. Light
  • Jun 11
  • 3 min read

Title: Straw Girl

 

Author: Brigid Barry

 

Genre: Horror/Paranormal

 

Publisher: Rowan Prose Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

 

A haunting so subtle, you'll question reality.

 

BASED ON TRUE EVENTS!

 

“Straw Girl is a creepy, thrilling horror story of mysterious phantoms that will keep the reader engrossed well into the night.” -Jim Doran, author of Forlorn Harbor

 

To believe in that other world, she must first learn to believe in herself.

 

The signs were always there.

 

The footsteps.

 

The cries.

 

The melancholy music from a faraway place.

 

Though Melissa Roberts lives alone, she chooses not to believe in superstitions. Locked in the rational prison of her closed imagination, she must open her mind and soul to that other place before it’s too late.

 

For the voices are rising.

 

The footsteps draw closer.

 

Until the music is deafening.

 

She must prepare herself. She must become the Straw Girl. They are coming for her.

 

Fans of "The Invited" by Jennifer McMahon, "The Ghost of Slackwood House" by J.T. Westbrook, and Susanna Kearsley’s "The Shadowy Horses" will enjoy Straw Girl.

 

Excerpt:

 

In bed with the covers pulled up to my chin, I squeezed my eyes closed. The power had gone out, the air conditioner dying with a loud beep. Had it been a few minutes, or hours? Despite the late August heat and humidity outside, the temperature in the room had continued to plummet without it. My breath would have been visible if the room wasn’t pitch dark.

 

The hoarse whisper from an audio recording echoed in my head.

 

Let me in.

 

I tucked myself into a tighter ball, missing Ryan. Would tonight have been different if he’d been here? I wouldn’t wish this experience on anyone, but the last thing I wanted was to be alone. Spectral fingers clawed along the vinyl siding, inches away from my head. More tapped on the window next to my bed. I kept my back to it, which somehow made it better.

 

Let me in.

 

Hiding under a blanket, I didn’t feel like a thirty-four-year-old woman with two college degrees. It was more like being six years old again on my mother’s couch, terrified because, in the dark, a hanging plant resembled a witch. I did now what I’d done then: pulled the covers over my head and squeezed my eyes shut. Just like a rabbit, if I can’t see it, then I don’t need to be afraid because it’s not really there.

 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

Let me in.

 

Three were in the house with me, but how many were outside, pleading to be let in? Five? A hundred? There was no way to know. Shivering, I pressed my hands to my forehead and tucked my chin against my chest. My harsh breathing almost covered the sounds of tapping and scratching on the exterior of the house.

 

Almost.

 

Nothing could block the words reverberating in my mind: Let me in.

 

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Author Biography

 

Brigid Barry is a lifelong resident of Maine. A disabled Air Force veteran and blessed parent of twins, she lives on a small hobby farm with her favorite husband and too many animals. "Straw Girl" is her debut book.

 

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