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Book Description During the Korean War, a Navy pilot collides with an unknown aircraft. A deadly component from the crash lands on a remote island beach, and remains there until it is discovered decades later. The story rapidly progresses to present day, when U.S. sailor Randy Farren finds the round, rose-colored object on an uninhabited Korean island, and begins experiencing headaches, hallucinations, and nightmares. This story follows the journey of the mysterious object, and explores the effects it has on everyone who tries to possess it. Insanity, murder, government conspiracies, and hints of humor and romance are all included in this race against time, as the fate of civilization hangs in the balance. The Monkey Toy takes the reader around the globe, and will challenge their imagination, keeping them guessing to the end.
ISBN 13: 978-1463758882 ISBN 10: 146375888X
Excerpt from “The Monkey Toy” Chapter 42
Sometime around 3:00 a.m., Maria was awakened by the sound of loud static coming from the living room. She looked over at Juan, but he was not in bed. She arose from bed and walked to the living room. She gasped as she saw her husband sitting in his recliner with his mouth gaped open, and drool dripping from his chin. His eyes were turned back in their sockets, with only the whites exposed. In his hand was a butcher knife from the kitchen.
She stood frozen for a moment then noticed the screen on the television was white and snowy. Red pixels formed on the screen and spelled the words, Give it back, in a wavy, drifting font. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to the ashtray that sat on the table beside Juan’s recliner. The rose colored object began to glow, illuminating the whole room.
Maria let out a terrorizing scream. The television popped off and the light from the object went out. Juan made a groan and she grabbed the knife from his hand. “Juan, what’s happening?”
Juan, as if rising from the dead, uttered, “What?”
“What’s going on?” Maria yelled.
Juan came to his senses, but was still stunned. He looked around. “I only remember going to bed earlier.”
As she went over the events that just happened with Juan, it was obvious that he was clueless. Maria pointed to the object, “Get rid of it,” she demanded, as she raised her voice. “That thing is evil; it is something from the devil!” She paused for a moment and made the sign of the cross with her shaking hand. “You take it back to that ship where you found it!” she shouted. “I don’t want it in my house.”