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The
Caging at Deadwater Manor
by Sandie Will
Genre: YA/NA Psychological Thriller/Suspense
Release Date: March 31st 2017
Summary:Time is running out for Jeannie, a young girl taken against her will by staff at Deadwater Manor - a psychiatric hospital with an unscrupulous past. Inspired by true events, this is a captivating story where Jeannie shares her heart-wrenching experience while undergoing treatments that will make you cringe.
by Sandie Will
Genre: YA/NA Psychological Thriller/Suspense
Release Date: March 31st 2017
Summary:Time is running out for Jeannie, a young girl taken against her will by staff at Deadwater Manor - a psychiatric hospital with an unscrupulous past. Inspired by true events, this is a captivating story where Jeannie shares her heart-wrenching experience while undergoing treatments that will make you cringe.
On
a cold, January evening, fourteen-year-old Jeannie Kynde is told that
her beloved mother drowned in the murky waters along Florida's Gulf
Coast. Her distraught father turns on Jeannie, no longer the caring
father she once knew.
Four
years later, Jeannie is finally old enough to escape her father's
clutches, but he has different plans. He imprisons her at Deadwater
Manor, a psychiatric hospital with an unscrupulous past.
Will
she be locked away forever? Or can she fight against the nightmare
that has now become her world?
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US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XRJMJBB
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Note
from the Author:
Hi
everyone! I am a thriller/suspense Indie author. I write primarily in
the YA/NA genre. My debut, The Caging at Deadwater Manor, was just
released on March 31 and was written for mature young
adults (16+) and older. This book has been professionally edited and
the cover was done by a professional artist. I strive to provide
high-quality books that stay with you - so I hope you'll find it an
enjoyable read. The story evolved from experiences my dad had during
short periods of his career at psychiatric hospitals. He shared
patient routines, treatments, hospital layouts and stories, but the
book primarily evolved from a discovery he made in the
attic—something that unnerved me enough to bring this book to life.
Though the story is fiction, I've intertwined much of the information
shared by my dad and research I performed while writing this book.
Excerpt:
I
smile as I think of her, until my concentration is interrupted by
footsteps coming down the hallway. I quickly look over to see if it’s
my aunt.
It
isn’t.
Instead,
a male attendant greets me. His name badge identifies him as Drake.
“You’re
Jean Kynde?” he inquires.
I
nod.
“Follow
me, then.”
I
follow him down the hallway to the wooden door I saw earlier and
enter. This room is much larger than the reception area with pink
walls and white accents. To the left is a glass office; a semi-circle
nurses’ station. A couple rows of tables with metal chairs are
scattered about, and a steel water fountain is stationed at the other
side of the room.
Drake
pulls out a chair for me and assures me he’ll be right back. As I
wait for my aunt, I try to imagine how it would feel to be locked up
with a guard on every corner.
I
wonder if my aunt feels like a prisoner. Why in the world did she
agree to come here?
My
attention is soon drawn to a commotion outside the same door I
entered. I listen, but all I can hear is some mumbling, perhaps
arguing.
Eventually,
another man comes through the door. He appears to be older, with gray
hair and eyebrows and sagging skin on his neck. As he approaches, I
can see the script writing on his lab coat.
Doctor
Garrett Wiggins; this is Dad’s friend. Okay, so I’m in the right
spot.
“Jeannie,
correct?”
“Uh,
yes. I’m here to see my aunt. Have you talked to my dad?”
“Yes,
he’s been telling me about some issues.”
“Yeah,
well, I guess my aunt had a nervous breakdown.”
“Aunt?”
“Yes,
Lesley Odell. You have her chart there, right?”
He
looks at me for a few seconds and then looks away, unable to find
words. He pauses. I’m not sure what is going on, but I don’t like
the uneasiness I’m feeling right now. I’m getting that gut
feeling that something is wrong.
Did
she die?
He
pulls his chair closer to me like a true friend would. In a caring
voice, he says softly, “Your aunt is not here.”
I
stare at him blankly for a second and then ask, “What? What do you
mean? She’s gone already or—or worse?” The reality of the
situation starts to take hold as racing thoughts of never seeing her
again start scaring me.
He
touches my arm for a second and says, “Jeannie, listen to me
carefully.” I try to focus more on his mouth, since my difficulty
in hearing is worsened by the tall ceiling in the room. “Your aunt
was never here.”
The
racing thoughts stop. I look at him dead seriously, trying to figure
out what the hell he’s telling me.
Is
she dead or not?
I
look toward the table for a minute, not sure what he’s going to
tell me next.
She’s
dead? She’s alive? She’s somewhere else? She’s a fucking FBI
agent? What’s going on?
“What
do you mean? Where is she?” I finally manage.
“I
don’t really know. There’s no record of her here. What I want to
concentrate on is you, now. How do you feel about this?”
I
frown and mumble, “Confused.”
He
nods and says sincerely, “It’s understandable especially with the
recent loss of your mom.” At least, I think that’s what he said.
I
watch him, trying to figure out why we’re having this conversation.
I don’t know how my dad knows this doctor, but his fake sincerity
is not calming me. I glance over to the wooden door, and there are
now two guards standing in front of them, one of which I recognize as
Drake. Another door on the opposite side of the room opens, and two
more guards move in.
This
definitely doesn’t feel right.
“Hey,
they’re just here for your protection,” the doctor says. I lean
back in my chair, as he moves forward and whispers, “No worries.”
His breath puffs across my hair, leaving me with a gift of strong
cigarette stench. I try to lean back more but feel pinned. This guy
does not know his boundaries. He starts stroking my arm in what seems
like an attempt to comfort me, but it only makes me panic more. I can
feel my palms moistening with every word.
“Is
it okay if we talk for a while? I’d like to get to know you a
little more, Jeannie. I’ve always heard your dad’s side of
things, but the opportunity to hear your side is what’s important
now. Why don’t we have you go relax in another room, and then you
can come into my office a little later?”
I
try hard not to show the panic that’s now taking over, hiding what
I can of my heaving chest. It feels difficult to breathe with the
short, shallow breaths that are now uncontrollable.
I’m
going to have a panic attack.
I’m
so screwed.
I
look over to the guards, begging them not to force me behind the
walls that will separate me from the rest of the world. I frantically
search for a way to get myself out of what I know is inevitable, but
it’s useless with all the guards.
I’m
going to become the prisoner. I’m going to become the next rumor
throughout the school.
It’s
all part of a calculated plot my dad would be proud of. This is his
victory—a victory that includes my never leaving Deadwater or
having a life, even if he won’t be a part of it. As long as he
knows where I am, he’ll be happy. I close my eyes in disgust,
concerned about what I’m about to endure. I hate the unknown, but
this is way beyond what any eighteen-year-old should have to
experience.
“Jeannie,
you still with me?” the doctor asks.
I
look up at the cohort who is now starting to tug at my forearm.
“I
think we need to get you comfortable.”
I
frown between the doctor and the guards. They both come forward to
“help” me. Gasping for air, I throw my chair backwards to try the
only path of escape I can think of, but they’re too fast and catch
the chair before I hit the ground.
“No!
I am not going anywhere with you! I’m not a minor and my dad can’t
institutionalize me without my consent. Let me out of here!”
“Well,
Miss Kynde, you just signed all the consents. There’s nothing
illegal here.”
What
starts as a rational protest spirals out of control quickly. Panic
sets in. I’m crying, screaming, and clawing at them. I try to kick
their groins, but they predict that move and easily pin my legs to
the chair.
I
start breathing heavier now. Panic takes over, and I’m quickly
losing control.
“Get
the syringe!” orders Doctor Wiggins, pointing to the table next to
the water fountain.
Drake
holds out one of my arms and lunges backward for the syringe with his
other arm, knocking the table over.
Oh,
God! Get me out of here!
Drake
is grasping for the syringe on the floor, so I take the opportunity
to bite his forearm, causing him to bleed and withdraw his clutch.
This does nothing but make things worse for me, though. Drake leaps
toward me, pinning the back of my head against his stomach muscles.
My free arm flails back and forth, as I try to reach something to use
to hit him.
It’s
no use.
Frantically,
the doctor kicks the syringe toward Drake, and I watch in horror when
the needle roughly enters my vein.
About
the Author
Sandie
Will is
a young adult novelist who lives in Tampa Bay, Florida and works as a
manager and geologist by day. She has written two novels and is
currently working on her third. Her first novel, The
Caging at Deadwater Manor,
is a young adult psychological thriller that will be released on
March 31, 2017. Her second is a time travel and her third will be
another psychological thriller. She has been married to her husband,
Charlie, for 30 years and they have two sons. Their home has been
blessed by many laughs, hugs and one-too-many beer pong parties with
college friends.
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