Do I Bother You At Night is Celebrating It’s One Year Anniversary On October 4th! To thank all his loyal readers Troy is giving away a Caseable Kindle Folio from his new online store Tribal Style Design to one reader during the blast!
Book Blurb: They say nothing ever happens in Kansas. Sylvester Petersen used to think so too. That is, until a mysterious new neighbor moves in next door, seemingly out of nowhere. His handful of friends – people who tried to help him cope with the sudden death of his wife – think that it might be an opportunity for him to get reacquainted with the world outside his farmhouse and to build a new relationship with his neighbor. But that idea is soon snuffed out as strange events begin to happen around him. None of them wrong. Just strange: driving in the middle of the night, the sulfur-like odor coming off of him, the fact he doesn’t talk to anyone in the area. And what about that dog? Sylvester chooses the logical explanation and ignores the peculiar behavior. But when other oddities start to happen – the kind that affects Sylvester directly – he begins to worry. His reasoning dwindles and his growing fear points to his neighbor.
Where is that stray dog going?
After enough time, Sylvester starts to see and hear what the people of the area have been muttering about: Unexplainable blue light, corn crops moving on their own…the slaughtered cattle entirely too close to home. And that stray dog that keeps getting fatter and fatter…
At the peak of summer, and with the walls closing in, Sylvester experiences something that will take him to the brink and haunt you forever.
Bathed in loss, terror and human spirit, Do I Bother You at Night? will be a story you won’t forget and one that will give you a few restless evenings of your own. Love thy neighbor.
“Do I Bother You At Night? by Troy Aaron Ratliff not only can be put on a list of one of my favorite frightening stories, it climbs near the peak of the mountain. Things happen in this story that made even a reader as jaded and hard to impress as me jump in my seat.” – Alex Kimmell, author of The Key To Everything
“As we know from his short fiction, Troy Aaron Ratliff revels – to our colorful benefit – in turning the ordinary on its head, often in terrifyingly plausible ways. In this, his first novel, he stretches into the realm of the supernatural, but of course, it continues to feel just as plausible because of the vivid characters at the heart of the story. Do I Bother You at Night? will stay with you for many nights.” Mike Robinson, Author of The Prince of Earth and The Green-Eyed Monster
Troy’s Short Story The Uninvited Guest Will be FREE on Amazon Oct. 14th – 18th! When teenagers Harland Jacobs and Jose Rodriguez crashed a wedding, they weren’t doing anything terribly wrong. Jose only came because his nagging mother made him. Harlan only joined him to make it tolerable for his friend – and the free food, the girls and the dancing, of course. And they took full advantage too, eating, laughing at the guests behind their backs, and in the end, were planning to make complete fools of themselves. Why not? What did they have to lose? But they never dreamed this wedding would have taken such a staggeringly horrific turn. They never dreamed they would be fighting for their lives in this lodge tucked away in the woods. They never dreamed they would have heard so much screaming on a wedding day either.
About the author:
Troy Aaron Ratliff was born and raised in Hamilton, Ohio and self educated in writing, art, photography, and voice impersonations. When he’s not reading, writing, sketching, or cooking up his next monstrosity, you can generally find him defending the galaxy from the forces of evil, feeding hippopotamuses, dining with foreign dignitaries and Zen masters, waking up to his supermodel wife, altering the space-time inter-dimensional warp or, more than likely, stuck in traffic somewhere in Southern California on his magic carpet.
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On the final day of June, Sylvester was greeted with another visit from the roaming stray that had been haunting him. When Sylvester spotted him out the kitchen window,he snatched the last two hot dogs from their soggy packaging in the door of the refrigerator, spilling the nasty water that had accumulated at its bottom on to thelinoleum.
He was out the side door and onto the grassy landingstrip in a hot minute, only to find the dog hadn’t slowed in its pace or even acknowledged he was there. He thought maybe the golden retriever, which now looked the healthiest and plumpest it ever had, would take notice of a full-grown human man charging out of a house with three-week-old hotdogs in his hand. Astonished that the dog didn’t jump at the chance for free food with a swinging, slobbering tongue in gratitude, Sylvester called out to the trotting animal with a wave of his hand and a shout, believing that would be all the convincing it would need.
Except the dog continued on, strolling past his house and porch with its nose down, scanning the ground for whatever tiny scent it had detected.
Sylvester decided to put some extra effort into it.Thinking the dog might not have heard him, he raised his fingers to his lips and whistled. The screech was loud enough to echo across the cornfield and shake a few of the loitering crows on the roof of his barn.
The dog, however, never even looked up.
Is he deaf too?
The dog eventually moved closer to the corn, the stride of its step remaining true, even when it entered the crop and disappeared beneath the tall stalks.
The stalks moved when the dog breached them, but nothing like on those nights of sweaty necks and bitten fingers. He wasn’t that gullible to even try to convince himself of that. Almost immediately, the crops stilled. Within a matter of seconds, there wasn’t any indication a dog was ever there at all.
What are you? A ghost?
In the baking sun, the slime of the hotdogs dribbleddown his fingers. It occurred to him that his hand was covered in meat juice. Disgusted not only by the touch of the gooey liquid, but also by the idea of eating them, he hurled the two hot dogs into his crop. There was a distant double thump, and a few more crows jumped at the prospect of food.
He felt alone again as the remaining crows perched on the top of the barn took flight elsewhere. He lowered his head in annoyed defeat and could feel the sweat rolling down his brow.
At the end of the day, Sylvester counted four times that he had visited the bedroom window. He went out of sheer curiosity. That window was the only one that offered any kind of view of Calvin’s house to the west, perched high above the emerald sea of corn.
Every time he looked, Calvin’s property was void of any movement. There was nothing odd or strange, nothing to frighten him or cause worry. Nothing happened. Nothing at all.
Yet, it called him. It pulled him. And every time he visited the window, he thought he was going to find his answer to the question he repeated over and over again:What is happening to me?