Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Why I Write Supernatural Thrillers (and Win a Kindle Details) with Jeff Bennington

Why I Write Supernatural Thrillers.

By Jeff Bennington

There is a reason for everything.

I don’t have the answers to all of my questions about life and forever, but I do know why I love writing supernatural thrillers. For starters, I think many people have some sort of curiosity about the supernatural. At some point most people wonder about heaven and hell and life and death and spirits and monsters, if at no other time than in their youth.

I have always been intrigued with things that freak people out: Eternity, Ghosts, Aliens, and Dark spirits.

It’s natural for us to be curious about our body’s natural course, that is, to die, get buried and then enter eternity. You don’t have to believe in anything to question or fear the other realms and dimensions that may or may not exist in this vast and endless universe. However, you will eventually discover the truth. And if that truth means that your spirit floats endlessly through my living room late at night, I for one want to understand what the hell your doing there and how I can properly dispose of and/or exorcise you from my presence!

The supernatural: ghosts, spirits, apparitions, they are the things that we often hear about, but rarely see for ourselves. Those of us that have experienced something, something eerie, something malevolent, or something gently watching over us, know that there is more to this life than what we can see. The rest of the world either chooses to disregard the supernatural until they look at it with their own eyes, or fear it too much to desire investigating. Either way, it makes for great literary fodder.

I have had a few supernatural experiences in my life. I’ve written about two of them so far on the blog tour and I will tell my Earl story in a future blog-tour stop very soon. These are the experiences that have created my inner drive to create tales of frightful delight for the reader who needs a regular fear-fix. In some ways you could say that I’m a literary drug dealer, injecting my bookish narcotic into the veins of the paranormally addicted. If that’s the case, I’ll apologize on behalf of all suspense, horror and supernatural authors everywhere. We don’t mean to make your life miserable, leaving your forearm with jagged tracks from your literary lusting. For that, we are sorry.

Of course I don’t want to scare you at every turn of the page. I want to climb into the human spirit and lay out the facts. I want to reach into the fears that we all have and place them under the skin of my characters so that you feel as much like you are living the story, the exhilarating and intense moment that you thought was only fiction. That’s all I want. I hope I’m not asking too much.

Here’s a short excerpt from Reunion, my supernatural thriller…

.…Paul changed his tone to a more serious one. He had to get to the bottom of the rumors that were circulating about the building. “So, have you guys seen or heard anything unusual?”

“Nope!” responded Tony.

“Aaaap!” wheezed old man Joe.

“You okay there, Joe?” asked Paul.


Taken aback, Paul questioned Joe’s response.

“What are you saying, Joe? Did you see something unusual today?”


“For God’s sake, what is he saying, Tony?”

Sarcastically, Tony replied, “He’s saying…Aaaap!”

Paul grew frustrated. “What the hell does that mean?”

“I think it means yes. At least, that’s what I assume he means when he makes that sound.”

Paul thought for a second and asked, “So, what did you see, Joe?”

Joe pointed behind the two men. They both followed his finger with their eyes.

“What the—!” shouted Tony. He tripped on the mop bucket, causing the wax to spill all over the floor. He slipped and splashed in the slippery solution.

“Oh, God!” cried Paul. His heart skipped a beat.

When Paul turned to look at what old man Joe pointed at, he saw a hazy mirage of children walking to and fro. The images looked like an old-time movie where the picture faded in and out, but the same frames played over and over. Paul and Tony stood there frozen, watching the images emerge and vanish again as if their broadcast depended on a weakening signal. Old man Joe just kept on gliding his squeegee across the floor. The flickering film continued, smoky and translucent. Paul stared right through the children, across the cafeteria.

The kids seemed to be trapped in another dimension where they walked the same path over and over. Their spirits appeared lost and searching for the life that was cut way too short. One of the spirits resisted the pattern and stared back at them, looking deep into the place that he could no longer enter.

“Do you see that, boss?” asked Tony as he rose to his feet, dripping with wax.

Paul stepped back and said, “Yeah,” then turned toward Joe. “Why didn’t you say something, Joe? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Joe kept on working. “Reckon, you’d see it all by yurself, just like you done.”

Paul and Tony looked at Joe in disbelief. Paul threw his hands in the air and began pacing in circles, trying to make sense of the mirage as it slowly disappeared.

Paul looked at the men and commanded, “Just finish the floor and get the hell out of here. You hear me?” They nodded and began rapidly cleaning up. Tony looked over his shoulder and gripped the mop handle tight.

“I’ll check on Mike,” said Paul. “Hopefully he’s done by now.”…

-Jeff Bennington

Author of REUNION & the blog, The Writing Bomb.

Thanks for reading!

Be sure to follow Fang-tastic Books, comment, and then go get your copy of REUNION, and email the receipt to reunion.kindlegiveaway@yahoo.com to be eligible to win a Kindle on May 15th as I wind down the REUNION Blog Tour.

For details, go to jeffbennington.com.


Rabid Fox said...

The things that go bump in the night are an irresistible subject to write about. And it's remarkable how many people express an aversion to horror, yet still read it.

Jeff Bennington said...

That is s true, Rabid. I'm really not a horror movie fan, but I love suspense and my mind naturally takes me to scary places when I write in real life. Thanks for visiting!

Jen B. said...

I just bought the book at Amazon. I am really intrigued.

chaosinheels said...

Whatever the reason, I'm glad you're writing Jeff!!