Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Annamarie and Magdalena by Marianne Spitzer




Annamarie and Magdalena” is a supernatural thriller that begins where “Gypsy Spirits” ended. Annamarie walks home from the ordeal in the pines. Certain no one will ever know of her involvement, she tries to settle into the home she inherited from Daniel’s grandfather just two weeks earlier.   Daniel, refusing to accept his own death, has other ideas, and he joins his spirit with the spirit of his best friend, Garret, and an evil man Daniel had planned on killing. What Daniel doesn’t count on is that Annamarie is protected by her great-grandmother Magdalena’s spirit, and her Gypsy spirit family.Annamarie’s unexpected pregnancy drive Daniel to plot to steal his child while Magdalena does all she can to protect mother and child.
Daniel’s evil follows and torments Annamarie in every aspect of her life. Magdalena with the aid of Josef, Annamarie’s great-grandfather, begins a vicious battle of the spirits. Will good win over evil? Will Daniel’s evil be contained? Who will survive? Will Annamarie’s baby be safe or a victim of her father’s evil plan?

 About the Author:

I was born in Milwaukee, and lived there until I was eighteen. Then I spent eight years in Washington state and California before returning to Wisconsin. I love eerie places and books. I began with a love of Nancy Drew books and as I grew I found H.P Lovecraft, Agatha Christie, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle among others. When I am not writing, I am reading or watching sunsets. I have been writing short stories since I was in grade school. Most were in the form of essays relating real life events. Many were purely imaginary trips to magical places and times. I enjoy making up stories about people I meet or see on the street. I can see a story in a picture, especially if the picture is eerie. My imagination runs wild and free. I have self-published a book of essays and a book of children's stories for my granddaughter, Brittney. Gypsy Spirits is my debut novel and the first in the series of three "spirit" books. I have self-published the second "spirit" book, Annamarie and Magdalena. I also self-published a supernatural mystery, THE LETTER. I plan to have the sequel to THE LETTER out this year and the third "spirit" book available winter 2013/14. From there I am sure my muse will guide me into another story plot.

 Do Writing Scary Scenes Frighten Me?

By Marianne Spitzer

It depends on the scene is the easy answer. I don’t like to read overly gory scenes, therefore, I don’t write them. I write within my comfort zone for the most part. There are things that frighten me and one of them is the Funhouse. I was “lost” in one at age six and never thought I would find my way out. It has taken years, but I have added a cursed doll series of short stories to my list of projects. I have written a few scenes in the first story entitled, The Funhouse. Writing helps fight the fear.
I enjoy going places other people find frightening. When I was seven, my mom lost a child. I accompanied her on her weekly trips to the cemetery. Back then, you were allowed to plant live flowers instead of placing fake flowers in a brass vase. Mom would water and weed them each week. I would wander through the gravestones. My brother was buried in the infant section and most graves had small headstones. I was enthralled by the large stones. I would wander off, but mom said she could always see where I was. I didn’t pay attention to her.
I was in a world of giant stone angels, huge carved stone crosses, and small mausoleums. I had no idea what the mausoleums were used for at that time. They were just one more interesting place to investigate. By the time I was old enough to understand what cemeteries were used for; I was still fascinated by the different types of monuments. I would find old cemeteries to roam and see the beauty in the statuary.
Of course, every town has a witch or haunted house. We had awitch - maybe. The elderly lady supposedly killed her young daughter and buried her under the front sidewalk. Kids knew never to walk on that sidewalk. I wasn’t afraid. I walked past her house and she was watching from the front window. I waved, she smiled and waved back. My friends thought I’d be cursed forever. I wasn’t.
Once I was a teenager, my boyfriend held many of the same interests I did, but he had a vehicle. We were free to investigate places we had heard about. We visited several haunted houses, drove past the house where the “glowing woman” stood in her front window at midnight, and the place a child had been killed by a car and no matter how many times they repaired the road, there was always a bump in the road when she was hit. There were many more that I could mention.
Needless to say, I have loved being frightened since I was a child or rather enjoyed facing frightening things that amused me.Now, I write about them. I enjoying putting words on paper and crafting a story which may send a chill down someone’s spine.Happy reading.  

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