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Review of The Spirit Box
I’m not sure how many of you
have heard of JH Glaze, but by now, you seriously should have! For me, he is one of the best horror writers
out there! Be prepared for your mind to
be gutted, your skull to be warped, and hopefully put back together again by
the end...you can hope, but I make no promises.
Oh, and if you decide to skip over the prologue, you’re missing out on
one of the best written legend that I have read. Just saying...
Welcome to the world of The
Spirit Box, a clay box emblazoned with the likeness of the soul that lives
within. Hundreds of years ago, a spirit
was trapped within the box; waiting for his time to be released back into the
world...the only problem is he needs souls to do that. Murder is on the menu for this demented
spirit and it seems he has found a new helper: Walt.
Walt, the quick-tempered, foul-mouthed
character, living above his now-deceased mother’s antique shop, is one of the
wormiest, slimiest characters I have run across. You can help but love him and hate him at the
same time. Literally, I wanted to smack
him with the turn of every page.
John Hazard is one of those
straight-talking, no-nonsense detectives that I love to read about, but JH
Glaze takes him a step further, causing the reader to shudder at some of the
things that he does. It’s refreshing to
have a detective within a story who isn’t a full-out “hero” like you will find
in most books.
So, the spirit box is hungry
for more, and so am I. I loved the
detail and the time spent luring the reader into this gruesome setting,
stripping you of any semblance of normalcy at the same time. There is literally nothing better than having
your nerves wracked and your mind blown by a book about a box...I mean, who
would have thought?? Guess that’s why his Horror Challenges are so
amazing! He is my go-to guy for horror
now. If you hear my screams tonight, don’t
worry: I’ve just opened the box for a little bit of fun...
JH Glaze’s
Horror Challenge
An Original
Story by JH Glaze
Horror Challenge
Topics: Frog and Tiara
Suggested by Ruthi
Kight and MaryAnn Inabinet
RMFabBookReviews.blogspot.com
To Kiss a Frog
Danika was like
a lot of ten-year-old girls. For as long as she could remember, she had dreamed
of being a princess. She had many costumes and accessories for pretending, but
she was coming to an age when she had other interests. Boys specifically.
When she was
younger, what had bothered her most about being a princess was the whole prince
thing. After all, boys were disgusting, weren’t they? They were always getting
dirty, fighting, and doing mean things to her and her friends. If that wasn’t
bad enough, they often wandered over to bother her and her friends. Frequently,
it would lead to being chased around her yard while the boy threatened her with
some disgusting creature.
Now, she was old
enough see boys in a different light. In the stories about princesses,
sometimes the girl would kiss a frog and he would turn into a handsome prince.
If only that were true, she could have her prince and bypass all the nasty things
about boys.
When Danika’s
brother Todd came home from college during summer vacation, she helped him
unload his stuff and carry it up to his room. As he put his things away, she
sat cross-legged on the bed and talked to him about school. She told him all
about her friends and, to her surprise, he told her about his new girlfriend. It
was fascinating to hear how he talked about the girl he was dating, a Brazilian
girl. It seemed she knew a lot of history about her country.
Danika had
missed her brother. She had always enjoyed having him around and now she was
contributing more than her share to the conversation, but when he unpacked the
small glass aquarium holding a large green frog, she went wide-eyed with
curiosity.
“Is that a frog?
It’s huge!” She put her face up against the glass and watched the frog turn to
look into her eyes. “He looks friendly enough. What kind of frog is he?”
Todd laughed at
his sister making faces at his pet and finally replied, “He’s a magical frog.”
Danika gasped.
“Really? Is that what they really call him, magical?”
“Well, he’s a
Colorado River toad, but he’s kind of magical.”
“What do you
mean?” She started lifting the lid of the aquarium.
“Don’t touch
him!” Todd sounded panicked.
“Why can’t I
touch him?” She quickly set the lid back down as though he had hurt her
feelings.
Now what? He couldn’t
exactly tell her that he and his friends used this green toad to get stoned. Nor
was he going to explain that if you squeezed it just right the liquid it
secreted was hallucinogenic. Oh yeah,
Dannie, he thought, it’s just like
being on acid. Right! That is not
something that you want to tell your little sister.
Instead, he simply
said, “Uh, well, you know how those stories go? The princess kisses the frog, and
he turns into a prince? No way do I want Bart turning into a prince. He’d break
his tank if he grew that fast, and I’d lose my pet. Besides, what would we do
with a prince?” He laughed. “Go on now. I want to go see the gang before it
gets too late.”
Danika looked as
though he had slapped her. “Todd, I wasn’t going to kiss him! I just wanted to
hold him for a minute.”
“Not a good
idea. Look, I’m gonna go hang out with my friends for a while. Maybe when I get
home I’ll take him out and you can watch him eat. Now get going, I need to
change my clothes.” He chased her out of the room and got dressed to go out.
About an hour later,
she was watching a show on the TV when it came to her. Since no one was home,
it wouldn’t hurt if she went and just looked at the frog. She might even pick
it up if she dared. Through the bay window, she checked the driveway to see if
Todd’s car was there before running upstairs to his room.
The bedroom was
dark except for the light in the aquarium, which lit up the dresser around it.
She flipped on the light and walked over to peer in at the olive green reptile
through the glass. She hadn’t noticed the golden dots covering its skin when
she had looked at it earlier.
“Hey, Bart,” she
called to it in her sweetest voice. “Todd says you’re a magical frog. Is that
for reals?”
The toad merely
looked at her and blinked its eyes.
“You can
understand me, can’t you? Blink if you know what I’m saying.”
The toad blinked
again.
Danika was
excited now. It actually understood her. She had to find out if it really was a
magical frog. She went to the window and checked again for Todd’s car.
Satisfied, she returned to remove the mesh lid from the tank and reached in to
grab hold of Bart. He was sitting very still until she lifted him from the
tank. Slimier than she had expected, he easily jumped from her hands and landed
on the carpet with a ‘thunk’.
Now she was
panicked. The toad was jumping around on the floor while she scrambled and
tried to catch it. No sooner would she get her hands around it, than he would
slip from her grasp again. Over and over, she tried to catch him. Before she
knew it, the slimy secretions from the toad were all over her hands. At last,
she managed to hold him in her grip and get him back into the tank. She closed
the lid with a sigh of relief.
Danika was glad
to put him safely back where he belonged, but she was beginning to feel
strange. There were colors waving around the ceiling light and the room seemed
to sway as she stood there leaning against Todd’s dresser. Bart was looking at
her through the tank and that was when he spoke to her. “I’m hungry, Princess. Could
you bring me something to eat?”
She went a
little cross-eyed as she looked at him more closely. “Did you just talk?”
“I’d like a
sandwich,” the frog replied.
“He just asked
me to make him a sandwich!” She smiled to nobody there. Giggling, she said back
to him, “Yes, my lord.”
Curtsying like one
of the princesses she saw in a movie, Danika headed down to the kitchen. She
was having trouble with the stairs, so she got down on her hands and knees to
crawl down backwards. When her foot touched the floor at the bottom, she turned
and wobbled into the kitchen.
The lights
seemed so bright and the colors much more intense here. She squinted as she
looked around. Why was she here? She couldn’t remember. “Oh yes, a sandwich,” she
said. Without a thought about the slime on her hands, she opened the
refrigerator. Pulling out a plate of leftover ham, she set it on the counter. Bread,
mayo, and tomatoes, soon she had all of the ingredients. Leaving the
refrigerator door open wide, she was ready to make the sandwich if only she
could get the room to stop spinning.
Her stomach was hurting,
and she guessed that she must be hungry, too. She put a piece of ham in her
mouth and chewed it. Pretty good, she thought as she swallowed, but making the
sandwich was another story. No matter how she tried, the ham would not go onto
the bread. She even tried pressing it into the bread, but it curled up and
yelled at her. “No!” It startled her so much that she ended up dropping it on
the floor. And, forget trying to get the lid off the mayonnaise jar. The whole
thing slipped out of her hands and fell on the floor rolling away. “Darn!”
Suddenly, the whole
thing struck her as funny. Sliding down to the floor with her back to the
cupboard, Danika laughed so hard she thought her chest would open right up. When
she tried to stand up again, she did not have any feeling in her legs. She
grabbed hold of the cabinet door handle to pull herself up, but instead she
managed to open it. She let out a gasp.
Inside the
cupboard was the most beautiful diamond tiara she had ever seen! She must have
it. Her head was reeling as she reached in and pulled out the metal spaghetti
strainer. She hugged it to her breast for a moment as she received the applause
and cheers of all the people she imagined around her. With a tip of her head, she
put it on.
She was so
happy. Now she had everything any princess could want. Her loyal subjects, a
prince who was waiting upstairs, and now she had this beautiful tiara. Too bad her
stomach was hurting, and the colors drifting down from the light were so thick.
They swirled like strokes of paint around her.
Was she scared?
She laughed at that. She had so many friends here with her. She just needed to
sit for a minute. Somehow, she got to her knees and crawled into the family
room where the TV was still on. It was so beautiful! The dog on the screen seemed
to be running through heaven, and then it jumped right out of the television
and onto the sofa.
“Nice… dog… Good…
dog,” she managed to say as she pulled herself onto the sofa to sit down with
the dog, but it was gone! “Doggie…” she rasped as she straightened her tiara
and leaned back. She was tired. She needed to rest for a minute.
A few hours
later, her mother came home from work. She came in through the kitchen carrying
groceries and found the bread and ham out on the counter along with the unopened
jar of mayonnaise on the floor. The television was playing in the next room. She
called out, “Dannie? Are you okay?” There was no answer. “Dannie?”
She took up a large
knife from the wooden block on the counter and crept slowly into the family
room. As she came around the sofa, she saw her daughter sitting slumped on the
sofa, a spaghetti strainer tangled in her hair. There was a trail of vomit down
the front of her shirt, but Danika did not move. Her mother screamed trying
desperately to revive her lifeless daughter.
Just then, Todd
returned home and ran to his sister, pushing his mother aside as she continued
to scream. “No, Dannie!” “Call 911!” he yelled. It didn’t take long to guess
what had happened. He lifted Danika’s eyelids as he patted her cheek, then he
checked for a pulse but he couldn’t feel it.
“Please, Dannie,
wake up!” Why hadn’t he told her the truth about the excretions from the toad’s
skin? It was a psychedelic substance, but very poisonous. Maybe then, she
wouldn’t have touched it. “I’m so sorry!” Todd began to sob uncontrollably.
Unfortunately,
he never knew that his sister had been overwhelmed with a desire to fulfill the
dream she had carried for most of her young life, to kiss a frog.
Copyright ã 2012 by JH
Glaze. Reprint permission granted to RMFabBookReviews.blogspot.com
Bio &
Contact
JH
Glaze is the Author of “The Paranormal
Adventures of John Hazard” series (The Spirit Box, NorthWest & Send No
Angel), The Horror Challenge series of short stories, and other books. He lives
in Atlanta, Georgia with his wife Susan and their two dogs.
Visit his
website www.JHGlaze.com
for more information. His books are available exclusively on Amazon.com in
print and eBook formats.
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@themostcoolone
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