Monday, July 18, 2011

Blog Tour - Dark Corners



Dr Livingston was seated on the edge of one of the sofas with a note pad. He was a small weasely looking man with short brown hair and small wire rimmed glasses. I sat on the other sofa as far away from him as possible and tried to be hostile.

“Not feeling social today, Ella?”

“I’m feeling perfectly social,” I said in a completely monotone voice


I smiled and lifted my eyebrows slightly. It was a challenge to Dr. Livingston to make the first move in this game of chess. I normally gave in first because otherwise the hour lasted forever, but I liked to make him work for it. After a few minutes of silence and Dr. Livingston watching me expectantly, I broke.

“Why am I here?”

“That’s an interesting question.”

“I don’t get anything out of these ‘sessions’ except for my anti-depressants, anti-anxiety, and sleeping pills . . . I do like those.”

“Do you think you need them?”

“They make life easier. And if I didn’t need them, would you be prescribing them?”

“Is this life?”

“What do you mean?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Is this life, Ella?” he gestured wildly with his hands. “Do you have any other interaction during the week besides with me? Have you established or maintained any relationships? Are you just going through the motions?”

“I don’t think it’s any of your business who I interact with. This town has nothing for me. No one has helped me. No one has stood by me. Why should I reach out to them?”

“Because you’re human. People need other people. It’s in our genetic makeup. You need people. No one is perfect, Ella. No one can stand up to the impossible standards you set for them, yourself included. Your friends lost Daniel too—you make no allowances for their pain.”

“They’re not my friends. Friends would have stood by me when everything was falling apart. I don’t need them nor do I want them in my life.”

“Then why stay?”

“I can’t leave until it is over,” I mumbled, no longer feeling like talking to him. He wouldn’t understand if I explained it to him. No one would.

“What’s over?”

“Danny’s case.”

“What if the killer is never caught?”

“Then I’ll stay forever.”

“Don’t you think Danny would want you to be happy, would want you to move on with your life?”

I laughed bitterly. “I’m sure he would—just like I want him to be alive. Looks like neither of us are getting what we want. I’m willing to compromise, but God hasn’t responded to my proposal yet—See there, doc, make a note. Check ‘bargaining’ off that chart of yours. I’m almost through all the phases now.”

Dr. Livingston ignored my rant. “You still believe a ghost did it?”

“I never said it was a ghost.”

“What was it?”

“Why do I constantly have to justify myself? I didn’t ask for any of this.”

“Other people have been there. What do they say? You aren’t the only person to have lived in that house—why does no one else see what you see?”

“Are you feeling hostile today?”

“Why? Do you feel as if I am attacking you? You said you don’t feel like you’re getting anything out of this—”

I nodded.

“Well then you need to talk to me. Even if you’re not ‘crazy’ you will soon be if you keep holding everything inside.” Dr. Livingston is totally an air quotes type of person who watches too much Dr. Phil.

I closed my eyes and strained to maintain patience. “I don’t care what other people think or feel. I felt this from the moment I stepped into that house two years ago—something there is evil.”

About the author:

Many authors claim to have known their calling from a young age. Liz Schulte, however, didn't always want to be an author. In fact, she had no clue. Liz wanted to be a veterinarian, then she wanted to be a lawyer, then she wanted to be a criminal profiler. In a valiant effort to keep from becoming Walter Mitty, Liz put pen to paper and began writing her first novel. It was at that moment she realized this is what she was meant to do. As a scribe she could be all of those things and so much more.
When Liz isn’t writing or on social networks she is inflicting movie quotes and trivia on people, reading, traveling, and hanging out with friends and family. Liz is a Midwest girl through and through, though she would be perfectly happy never having to shovel her driveway again. She has a love for all things spooky, supernatural, and snarky. Her favorite authors range from Edgar Allen Poe to Joseph Heller to Jane Austen to Jim Butcher and everything in between.

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