Deadly Roots

By Anthony Tellez

A riveting novel focused toward the supernatural, a mind twisting carousel will keep the reader wondering what will happen next. Identical twins with extraordinary mental powers, one of Good and the other of Evil. Ultimately all close family will endure dreadful deaths, leaving the Good twin to wonder how to confront her Evil sister. Dreams, reflections and mind control are also introduced into the plot as well as love, romance and humor, a definite page turner.


Born and raised in Detroit, Michigan I found comfort as a teen to dabble into the supernatural. And with help from a close white witch, I personally experienced thru seance and necromancy the power of the unknown. I found it all intriguing yet dangerous, definitely not for the weak minded. Dreams have a connection with ghost and spirits, also mind altering enhancements will open doors, accessing great endeavors or possibly allowing Evil to proceed into their soul with severe consequences. As being a truck driver by trade, I found plenty of time to wonder and create this novel. Happily married to a very loving and devoted wife for over 26 glorious years, for her continuous support and for my kids kept my drive and ambitions alive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781481779005

Anthony Tellez

Born and raised in Detroit, Michigan I found comfort as a teen to dabble into the supernatural. And with help from a close white witch, personally experienced thru seance and necromancy the power of the unknown. I found it all intriguing yet dangerous, definitely not for the weak minded. Dreams have a connection with ghost and spirits, also mind altering enhancements will open doors, accessing great endeavors or possibly allowing Evil to proceed into their soul with severe consequences. As being a truck driver by trade, I found plenty of time to wonder and create this novel. Happily married to a very loving and devoted wife for over 26 glorious years, for her continuous support kept my drive and ambitions alive.

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© 2014 by Anthony Tellez. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse-07/21/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4817-7899-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-7900-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013914052

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Author’s Personal Note

Prologue

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R umor had it that in the year 1692, in Salem, Massachusetts, and after the witch trials had ceased, a witch by the name of Mary Peerce, who town folk referred to as Evil Tree woman, cast a drastic spell on the Hatcher family.

Due to the unsettling of John Hatcher, a witch hunter at the time, unable to prove of Mary Peerce being a witch. She was looked upon as a very evil woman. She had taken her revenge out on the Hatchers. The spell followed as such, from the Hatchers through a matriarchal family line to the Thompsons.

Every third to sixth generation, when twins were born, a severe war would begin within the family.

Now this was not to be an ordinary conflict between siblings but an astonished battle of pure and unseen mental abilities. One being of evil, the dark side, and the other to possess pure good. In the years to follow—1778, 1892, 1926, and present-day 2000—this conflict followed its natural course, with yielding the power of good each and every time. But each time, the evil had achieved greater abilities for the next go-round.

Simply to say, all family members and close friends would end up dead, in gruesome acts of hatred, leaving only the twins to battle at the end.

Chapter 1

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C lang, clang, clang is the sound Jeffrey Wilson makes with a spoon while stirring his coffee. He’s sitting at a booth in the Ridgefield diner. The diner was established in the 1950s for the heavy traffic route of the local loggers, mostly truckers.

Since the logging industry changes area location quite frequently, the diner is limited to just long-haul drivers passing through and a few locals. The diner made a name for itself over the CB for great food at reasonable prices. Truck drivers were known to travel as far as 250 miles for a taste of the good food.

Inside the diner, there are numerous game-fishing plaques posted on the walls, along with photos of the fisherman with their catches. A real sense of a manly environment—gung-ho fights and the usual scuffles—have broken out with the usual ending: out the door.

Jeffrey gazes up at the old beer-sign clock on the wall, as it reads just past 3:30 a.m. He then notices that his favorite waitress, Janie Ruth, is keeping herself busy by refilling the salt and peppershakers, which she had gathered from all the tables, while she sits at one of the counter stools.

Jeffrey sips his hot coffee, listening in on a conversation coming from a booth directly across from him.

A few long-haul truckers are talking about the road conditions and where they need to be by sun up, as another voice speaks out, Order up! followed by a ring of a bell from the cook. He has just placed an order up on the pass-through window, as Janie Ruth gets up from her comfortable spot at the counter and takes the food order to the long-haul truckers.

One of the two truckers says, My, my, my, that sure looks good, speaking of the breakfast while staring at Janie Ruth. Which, as Janie Ruth took the comment on her body insulting, replies, Honey, it may look good, but don’t you dare touch. She is about to refill his coffee with a piping hot pot of coffee just above his groin area, as the trucker is speechless from her response.

Janie Ruth is a middle-aged blonde woman, mother of three, and has always been a hard and dedicated worker. Never had the opportunity to seek a higher education, due to bearing children at such a young age.

Abused as a wife, now divorced, and has no outlook toward searching for another husband. Set in her lifestyle, her daily routine, tired woman, though always enjoys working—the only work she knows.

Besides, she likes the people. A people person. Loves to talk. Hardly does she ever have company at her house, for she believes that to be her own time, a place of peace and relaxation.

The temptation is playing mind games on Jeffrey. Should I? he thinks. I’d better not, but how can I not resist? Just look at that. It looks so sweet and tasty.

Referring to donuts at the counter in the see-through glass cover and tray. Then he instantly looks at Janie Ruth, who is making her rounds with the coffee pot, as she smiles and sits at his booth while refilling his coffee cup.

Janie Ruth says, Do you believe the nerve of that damn trucker? Made me feel like a walking slab of beef. Well, I’ll tell you, I put him back in his place, real quick. She is whispering so that ears, meaning the other truckers, don’t listen in.

Jeffrey replies, Yeah, I was just laughing to myself when I saw how you handled the situation. My hat’s off to you. Good job. He tips his ball cap off his head.

Janie Ruth then says, Well, honey, let me tell you something. As many truckers as I have served, there ain’t a pick-up line I haven’t heard, or seen for that matter. Let’s just say that I been around the block more than once, and I don’t take crap from these truckers.

Jeffrey responds, Well said, my dear. I have no doubt in my mind that you can handle any situation. That’s why you are my favorite waitress. You stand your ground. He sips his coffee.

Janie Ruth replies, Sweetie, thank you for the compliment, as she stands up and proceeds back to the counter, returns the coffee pot to its hot burner, and continues with her nightly chores.

Jeffrey is a hardworking man, married with two children. At the age of thirty-seven, he keeps fit by exercising and eating the proper foods. That means no donuts.

These days it’s tough being a truck driver having to work unusual hours, apart from never knowing when he will be home. Being married is not easy. Trucking was intended for the single man. It’s a rough life. Either a person loves to drive or he doesn’t. You can teach a person to drive a truck, but you can’t teach a truck driver to love it. That’s a natural way of life.

As Jeffrey finishes his cup of coffee, putting a definite jolt into his system, to wake up, he says, Hey, Janie Ruth, while tapping on his coffee cup with a spoon, causing a high, piercing rattle. He knows this will only irritate Janie Ruth.

She then turns from her sitting position at the counter and with a demanding voice says, Honey, if you don’t want that spoon placed in a most undesirable place, I suggest you stop making that noise.

She walks over to Jeffrey with the pot of coffee, refilling up his cup, and says, You’re just trying your damndest to annoy me. When are you gonna leave?

Jeffrey replies, Now Janie, one would think as often as I have been coming in here, while glancing over at the other truck drivers who are minding their own business, I could rely on you to refill my coffee without being asked.

She places the pot of coffee on the table and replies, Sweetie, it’s not nice to mess with a woman and a hot pot of coffee. Besides, I been keeping an eye on you. I’m not gonna let my favorite trucker run out of coffee. Oh, by the way, I seen how you were drooling over those donuts. Do you want one?

Jeffrey chuckles and replies, I don’t think so, remembering the struggle he had to lose weight.

As the red and green neon lights continue to flicker repeatedly, Ridgefield Diner, outside and just above the front door, the early morning dew and fog nestle quite thick upon the diner and the surrounding area. From an aerial view casting down upon the lonely diner, to see the few customers inside, one car parked in front accompanying three eighteen-wheeler trucks idling along to the side of the building with their lights remaining on.

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Hey, I can’t believe you. Just keep your hands off me, all right? Mary Pierce speaks with a harsh and demanding voice as she attempts to keep a trucker’s hands off of her while in an eighteen-wheeler truck. The high-powered diesel engine whistles as they steadily travel down a lonely stretch of road.

The trucker says, Hey, darling, I just thought I could get some nookie, you know, a little sex from you in return for the ride.

Mary replies, You gotta be joking, with utter disgust in her voice as she pulls a switchblade knife from her hip pocket. Rapidly she extends the knife and points it to the trucker’s overhanging gut.

Now with seriousness and urgency, she says, Now you just stop this damn truck at that diner up ahead on the right, and I might not stick you. The tip of the blade has already caused a sharp pain to the truckers gut, for he has definitely made up his mind to just get this damn woman out of his truck.

Being real careful not to make any sudden body movements, he proceeds to downshift the truck gears to come to a stop.

After the truck stops, she opens the passenger-side door, releases the threatening blade from his gut, and says, Well, it’s been nice, but not too nice. Thanks for the ride.

The truck driver is relieved; his nerves and his gut were put to the test. Mary slams the door, standing outside as the truck speeds down the road as quickly as possible and stirs up dust.

Mary, only carrying a duffle bag, walks toward the Ridgefield Diner, and just before she opens the front door, a strong gust of wind blows by her. Her hair catches the breeze, as she also feels a shiver rush up her spine.

The front door to the diner opens and a single bell above rattles as Mary enters. Jeffrey, Janie Ruth, and the few other customers glance up at her.

Jeffrey, with a low whispering voice, says, to Janie Ruth, Well, well, well. Look what the wind just blew in.

Mary then walks in and proceeds to a sitting booth, going past the truckers, smiling at them. Then she plops her duffle bag down onto the floor and sits three booths away from Jeffrey, facing from the front door, while she scopes out the diner. She for service from the waitress.

Janie Ruth walks over from the counter toward Mary while thinking, My God, I don’t believe my eyes. This child can’t be more than eighteen years old, wearing tight, holey jeans, a black T-shirt, and with multiple earrings on her left ear lobe.

In reaching Mary’s booth, Janie Ruth says, Sweetie, what can I get you? while placing a menu down upon the table.

Mary replies, I think I’ll pass on the food. Can I just have a pop, please?

No reply back from Janie Ruth as she proceeds to the counter in a hesitant manner, while thinking, This girl, from back east, should not be here.

Then Mary gets up from her booth and slowly walks toward the jukebox. As she goes by Jeffrey, she smiles and winks at him, in every possible pursuit to hitch a ride from one of these truck drivers.

Jeffrey is trying not to pay any attention to her except from the corner of his eye, as Mary knows he is watching her; she begins to sway her hips from side to side while walking in attempt to attract him.

Upon reaching the jukebox, she deposits a few quarters and pushes buttons to make her music selections, while Janie Ruth delivers the glass of cola to Mary’s booth and returns to her nightly chores.

The old Wurlitzer makes the selection as the needle arm moves and the 45 record flips over, lands on the turntable, and the song begins to play.

Mary now begins to sway her hips to the beat of the music while she continues to make further selections. Jeffrey is now watching with full attention on Mary’s gyrating motions as he thinks that this is a definite wake-up call, and then he sips his coffee. Mary then turns around, looking at Jeffrey. Their eyes meet as she begins to walk and slow-dance toward him.

Suddenly, the rude trucker from earlier that harassed Janie Ruth approaches Mary with a determined look in his eye and stops her in her place, halfway between the jukebox and Jeffrey’s booth.

Then he speaks to Mary in only a way a lonely trucker could. Hey, babe, you’re sure looking good. The way you shake your hips tells me that what you need is a real man. He scopes her entire body from top to bottom.

Jeffrey is attempting to stay calm and cool while listening, and Mary is backing up slowly as the trucker is creeping along with her. She is trying to keep her distance. Janie Ruth has gone to the back stock room.

Mary then stops in place as the trucker stands directly in front of her; she continues to grind her hips to the music.

He follows, and then she says, You know something? You might think that you’re God’s gift to women, being big and strong. As she now rubs his muscular biceps with her hands, she says, But every man has a weakness, and you’re so strong.

Now she is building up this eagle for the great soaring fall, as she continues. But if I wanted you, I would have come and got you, so sweetheart, all I can do is give you this. Then suddenly, with all her body force, she knees him in the groin. The trucker falls to the floor in severe pain, shot down like an eagle in flight.

Jeffrey jumps up to intervene on the situation and hurries over to Mary. He says, Are you all right? while standing over the trucker still in pain.

She says, Yeah, I guess so. He really scared me. I didn’t know what I was going to do. She embraces Jeffrey for comfort.

Then Janie Ruth runs over to them and says, Damn, I can’t leave you people alone for a minute, before something always breaks out. Sweetie, are you okay?

As Mary nods yes, and Jeffrey helps the trucker up, the trucker says to him, That was uncalled for. The trucker, now feeling angry and still in pain, says, I’m gonna get you; you just wait. He’s speaking loudly to Mary, as she is now standing behind Janie Ruth.

Jeffrey replies with a forceful voice, You think you’re a tough guy. Let’s take this outside, and we’ll just see how tough you really are.

Jeffrey had pushed the trucker back, standing his ground with a fierce look in his eyes, with Janie Ruth and Mary still behind for protection.

The trucker, being in no physical shape to fight, often he would jump on a fight and mostly win, is still feeling pain, hurt inside. To be beat by a woman plays a big toll on a macho man like himself.

Then the cook comes running into the dining room from the kitchen, dressed in all-white working attire, except for the grease-stained white T-shirt he wears with grease stains covering his waist area as well.

He interrupts the situation with a harsh and angry voice. I had enough of this crap. After watching all of you, I’ve decided that you and your friend are out of this restaurant, he says while pointing at the trucker’s face. I don’t want to see you here ever again.

He continues. And you, young lady, you’d better watch yourself. I’m just about at the verge of kicking you out as well.

Mary nods yes to agree, and then the cook says to Janie Ruth, Janie, give these truckers their bill, and let’s get them out of here.

Then the wounded trucker says, Fine. I never liked this damn diner anyway. My friend had to convince me to come here. He limps away toward his table, with his friend grinning in shock. Jeffrey and Mary return to his booth and sit down.

Mary says, I hope you don’t mind me sitting with you; I don’t want to sit by myself right now.

Jeffrey replies, Nonsense. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I understand, while sipping his coffee. Then he says, What a way to meet somebody, huh? Anyway, my name is Jeffrey. On the CB, they call me Jimbo.

As Mary is still feeling rattled from her experience, she reaches into her hip pocket and produces a small whiskey flask then spikes her soda pop half full, being cautious not to let Janie or the cook notice. Quickly, she returns the flask to her pocket and takes a large drink.

Then after taking a deep breath in and exhaling to calm her nerves, she says, My name is Mary, and on the CB, I guess you can call me anything you want, as long as I’m not there. She slightly giggles.

They both join hands together and shake to confirm their meeting. Jeffrey is quick to return his hand to his side of the table, for Mary was slow, taking in every moment.

Jeffrey agrees to himself that an alcohol drink will help her nerves. Then he says, So tell me, Mary, what is a young woman like yourself doing out here so late?

Mary, a young woman at the age of eighteen, has grown up quick. Short in stature, she is very voluptuous. Mother Nature had granted her large breasts; therefore, she always has to fight away from men who simply want her to satisfy their desires. Simply stated, they always look at her chest first then her face.

A natural blonde does not help matters either. For being a very attractive woman, it’s tough searching for the right man, Mr. Right, so she just continues to fight off all of the wrong men and only goes after what she really wants.

Mary glances over as the rude truck driver and his friend. As they finish paying for their meals at the cash register and then exit the diner, she says, I just can’t believe the nerve of that truck driver! It’s not just him. Most men, when they see a woman like me dancing, they automatically think I’m free and loose, an easy pickup!

Jeffrey replies, Well, you are an attractive young woman.

Mary accepts his compliment. "Why, thank you. No, it’s not just that. It’s the way I dress. People, in