Planet Maya - Book One

Joseph Daeges

Description

Planet Maya is a trilogy. It is a book about a haunted, cursed mansion. The mansion found many new owners at a bargain price. Every owner that purchased the said mansion did not have the courage to stay and confront the evil curse and strange things happening. Until Paul's family decided to resolve the mysteries. This story comes with three different stages in three different books until the whole story is revealed. US Review - "Every family packed up and left the mansion without giving anyone any addresses or telephone numbers."Mark Twain stated that courage is not the absence of fear, but the resistance and mastery of it, a trait which Planet Maya's main character, Paul, exemplifies. Paul works hard to provide for his family and to be a loving father and husband. When he finally gets the house of his dreams-a mansion on a lovely expanse of land-he doesn't question oddities, like how the former owners left unexpectedly (leaving their possessions and old food behind) or a black bird that haunts the barn and repeatedly attacks his son, Angelo, whenever he ventures outside. The whole family is on edge from all the peculiar happenings centered around the house, until one day Angelo goes missing without a trace. Paul suspects that the black bird has something to do with it. He takes matters into his own hands and hunts the perpetrator responsible for his son's disappearance as well as the family's misfortunes.

Informations

• Publié par: First Edition Design Publishing
• Date de parution: 01 novembre 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781506900063
• Langue: English

Extrait

Planet Maya

Book One

written by
Joseph Daeges
Planet Maya – Book One
Copyright ©2015 Joseph Daeges

ISBN 978-1506-900-06-3 EBOOK

August 2015

Published and Distributed by
First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 20217, Sarasota, FL 34276-3217
www.firsteditiondesignpublishing.com



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Edited by – Sabrina Beaudoin
Part 1
Chapter 1: The Planet Maya
Chapter 2: The Suspected Flying Saucer
Chapter 3: The Mysterious Discovery
Chapter 4: Family Reunion Day
Chapter 5: The Cave
Chapter 6: The Blackbird’s Capture

Part 2
Chapter 7: The Meeting
Chapter 8: The Return to the Cave
Chapter 9: The Magic Mirror
Part 1
Chapter 1 - The Planet Maya

One fine afternoon, a family of six children relocated from the big city to the wild country. As always with a move to a new lifestyle, there were many things to adapt to in the beginning, especially for the youngest children. Early mornings and late bedtimes were things they had not experienced in a long time.
As the family settled in, their days were full of activity. The children took every minute to explore the new landscape and all it had to offer. Still, the turbulence and stress of the move were clearly taking their toll upon everyone. Paul, the father, was preoccupied with finances; he was still trying to figure out the terms of the mortgage and what the family could afford to pay. His family was buying a rather strange home—it was a mansion actually, but it was a little run-down and needed some attention here and there. The structure of the house was solid, but the inside was a mess. In their excitement, Paul and his family had overlooked those small details; they were just pleased about the cost and general quality of the house. And the timing could not have been more perfect; everything was happening like magic. Each minute that went by got them a little closer to the moment when they could finally be settled in the home, enjoying the little routines of life. Everyone in the family was happy because this was the first time they had a true “home sweet home.”
For the parents especially, this was the culmination of a lifelong dream and a lifetime of sacrifice and saving. On the morning of their move into their new home, they made the rounds of their five-bed room apartment for the last time, turning in their keys on their way to the mansion. This new home was their dream in reality; it was a perfect fit for the family’s needs.
Paul’s character was a perfect mix. He was an independent person. If he was frustrated about a situation, he would not back down in the least. Paul had encountered many difficulties in his life, and he always came out on top. Eva, Paul’s wife, was a calm person who did not like disturbance. Eva was the kind of person who, once she was familiar with something, was reluctant to let go of it. Angelo, Paul and Eva’s oldest son, was more timid than his parents and did not like to be fooled by anyone. He was a clever child, always one step ahead. Angelo was a smart little man, but as for his brothers, Alex Patrick, and Ron, they were more prompt with a taste for adventure and challenging situations. Angelo’s two sisters, Cecilia, and Angelica shared similar calm temperaments. A person who didn’t know them could have said that they were twins because of how well they got along together. They enjoyed being with their brothers in times of need, but still liked to be left alone doing their own little things. The family’s ages ranged from six to eleven years of ages, so there were plenty of different needs and multiple tasks that the children required of their parents.
There were six bedrooms on the second floor of the mansion, and a living room, dining room, kitchen, and playroom on the first floor. The house sat on ten acres, so there was plenty of space for the children to play and have fun. The nearest neighbor was about one mile away—perfect, Paul thought, because it gave the place a unique sense of privacy. The mansion had its own well and was situated near a lake where the children could go fishing and camping in the summertime. Paul wouldn’t have to worry about their campfires spreading to the trees, because the lake had a natural sandy beach about 150 feet deep.
One thing in particular about the mansion had caught Paul’s attention: all the personal belongings the prior resident had left there for no apparent reason. Just another bank repo, he thought—never stopping to consider that there might be a far more sinister reason.
The first weeks were busy: they moved and unpacked bag after bag and box after box. They knew they would be living with a mess for a good couple of months.
While Paul was investigating the rest of the property, his wife Eva, was occupied with cleaning out old food that had been left in the fridge and cupboards. Some seemed to have been there for a long time, as evidenced by a great deal of mold. So mustering all her courage, Eva tackled the chore, carefully and diligently throwing away all the leftover food and personal belongings. In the course of her work she discovered a little door in the kitchen wall on the right side of the stove. Her curiosity was piqued, but she decided to wait until the next day to explore it. She reasoned that it would be difficult to explore, as she had piled almost all of the trash in the hallway and still could barely walk through the kitchen.
While Eva worked in the kitchen, the children began arguing over who would have this room or that one. Then a fight broke out. Eva had to run upstairs to restore order among the children. Meanwhile, Paul was exploring the outbuildings to see what they had to offer.
A loud, happy “Yes!” rang out from the barn, and for a moment, the children forgot all about fighting and ran to find out why Daddy was so happy. Upon their arrival, they saw their father looking over some very old cars, a pickup truck parked behind the building, and a large tractor loader.
“This was worth my money,” Paul said. “I’ve hit the jackpot—I’ve worked hard all of my life so I just knew someday I’d be lucky! Here I am today, in a barn where luck has finally opened her harm to me.” He tried to start the tractor, but it was out of fuel. “Well, I’ll try the pickup,” he said, “Maybe it will run, at least.” He checked the truck’s fuel level, discovered that it was half-full, and took a chance. It started and soon was running smoothly. “My goodness, I knew I’d hit the jackpot!” he exclaimed again joyfully.
He opened the door of the barn to clear the smoke out while he warmed up the truck’s motor. Pleased, Paul checked the brake fluid, which was good, and then he examined the brakes, which looked fairly new. With much anticipation, he got behind the steering wheel and engaged the transmission into reverse; nothing happened. Hmmm, Paul thought, maybe it ’ s missing transmission fluid. How long has this pickup been sitting in the barn, anyway? He stepped out of the pickup, opened the hood for the second time, and pulled out the dipstick for the transmission fluid. It was dry. “Well, here’s the problem,” he said aloud, “and not a big one, I hope.” He sat down in his car, drove down to the village, bought two quarts of transmission fluid, and then returned to the mansion.
By then, food was ready to be served and Eva had rung the dinner bell. Settling into chairs all around the table, the family gathered for the first time since they had moved into the mansion. Sure enough, they had stories to exchange.
Eva couldn’t stop talking about how horrible the kitchen was and the load of garbage that she’d had remove from it. Paul countered by complaining that the food was too salty.
Eva, insulted, replied, “Well, you know, mister, you never did complain before, and I expect you not to start this game now.” Even the children started to complain about the salt in their food. Eva was frustrated. First she’d had to clean up the huge mess in the kitchen, and now she had to deal with the whole family being unhappy. Eva gave the children a look and warned them to stay out of the kitchen. “There’s only one chef in the family,” she said. She would not allow anyone to tamper with her cooking.
At this point Paul took the hint and invited his wife to sit down at the table and enjoy the delicious meal that she had presented to them. Still simmering, Eva came in from the kitchen and sat down with the rest of the family; at least they couldn’t say she was not at the table with them. Alex, one of the boys, made his point by filling his mother’s bowl and presenting it to her, saying, “Here Mom, chef of the twenty-first century.” Eva turned red as an apple, and the rest of the family had a good laugh. She was sensitive about the whole thing because it was the first time that she had ever heard any complaints about her food. Eva was a master chef; her skill in the kitchen was well-known in the area, and she had cooked for a number of wealthy people and even government agencies.
Eva wanted to prove herself right away, without a minute’s hesitation she picked up a spoon and took a bite of food. Almost immediately she spit it out—and then it was a free-for-all, with everyone saying, “You see? You can’t even eat it yourself! What did you do?”
Eva was mortified, sitting speechless in her chair. But she soon collected herself and replied, “One of you kids thinks you are funny, but you know I don’t appreciate being fooled by anyone. If I ever catch any one of you in the kitchen—well, you’ll see. I’ll fix the problem. You have my word on that.”
The children looked upset and left the table hungry, quietly deciding to go get some cake. While the children were