Author Pamela Turner talks about Family Traditions

Good morning, everyone. I hope you’re having a good one and had a great holiday. We hope you all have a wonderful 2013–or at least a better one than last year *grumble*. Today, however we’re putting that behind us and welcome a new guest with the new year. *rubs hands gleefully* A fellow Spec fic author has dropped by to tell us about family and traditions and her new story… Family Tradition. Please welcome author Pamela Turner to our little castle. Pamela, come on up. Don’t be shy. The mic is yours.


Family Traditions

Do you have any family traditions?

Most of my family’s centered around the holidays, which is probably typical. These included watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, and making rosettes and peanut brittle for Christmas. Easter meant going to sunrise service, and then helping with the church breakfast afterward. (I am so not a morning person.)

The Halliwells also have a family tradition. Every Halliwell, from the 1800s and on, gets his or her portrait painted. But the reasons for such a seeming indulgence are the consequence of a family curse.

I don’t want to give too much away, this being a short story. My concern was giving  a compelling reason for why Elizabeth’s ancestors would be cursed. I had to make them capable of great cruelty, unconcerned with how their actions affected others. Unfortunately, this propensity for malice seems to be part of their genetic makeup.


Pamela Turner's novel Family TraditionBlurb:

Artist Rick Stanton needs a commission. He faces eviction from his apartment and his latest project is on hiatus. Worse, his muse refuses to cooperate. A recent letter may contain the inspiration he needs. Inside is the photograph of a mysterious woman, her face hidden by an umbrella. But there’s no identification, no way for him to contact her. A month later, another envelope arrives, this time with a phone number. Realizing this may be his last chance, Rick calls her. The woman introduces herself as Elizabeth and tells him she wants him to paint her portrait.

Rick agrees, only to learn there are conditions. Elizabeth is a recluse who lives with her two servants in a Victorian manor. She never allows her face to be seen. Not only must he stay at Elizabeth’s residence while painting her, he can’t leave, nor can he ever tell anyone about the portrait.

Sensing something isn’t right, Rick is even more disturbed by the sinister undercurrent beneath the household’s genteel façade. It’s somehow connected to the family portraits hanging in Elizabeth’s living room. Could they be haunted? And why doesn’t Elizabeth’s housekeeper want Rick to finish the painting?



The housekeeper waited for me in the corridor. “The mistress requests your presence.” She pressed her hand against a panel and a heretofore-unseen door swung outward to reveal a narrow, dark stairwell. I’d no idea if this hidden room was a common feature of Victorian houses, but given Elizabeth’s mysterious photograph, a secret room seemed to fit.

“Through here, sir, and up those steps. The mistress is in the room at the top.”

Hand pressed against the door, I looked up the narrow stairwell. Once the door closed, I’d be in total darkness. I swallowed, apprehension tracing the back of my neck with icy fingers. Not that I was claustrophobic, but the thought of being surrounded by such gloom unnerved me. I turned to the housekeeper. “Don’t suppose you have a light?”

“You’ll be fine.”

What then? I wanted to ask, but the door had already started to swing shut. I made a grab for it. Too late.

I fumbled for an opening, some notch for my fingers to grasp—a knob, latch, anything. Nothing. Not even a light switch.

Inside the passage, the musty odor of old wood and stale air assailed my nostrils. Tattered cobwebs brushed against the top of my head. Had this stairwell ever been aired out? Probably not. I guided my hand along the wall as I edged my toe forward until I touched a riser. I stepped up and repeated the process, counting twenty steps until my hands pressed against what felt like wood. I pushed and whatever was in front of me scraped open.

“Welcome, Rick.”

I recognized Elizabeth’s voice, but her head and face were concealed by a hooded cape.

She stepped past me to close the door. I looked back and bile rose in my throat. Grotesque demons, carved in the wood, glared and leered at me in various stages of agony and bestial ecstasy. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

“Family Tradition” is available from


MuseItUp Publishing

You can find Pamela Turner at the following:

Haunted Dreams, Dark Destinies (website)

Darkling Delights (blog)



Author Pamela Turner
Author Pamela Turner

About the Author:

Pamela Turner drinks too much coffee and wishes she could write perfect first drafts. Writings include reviews, articles, poetry, screenplays, plays, and short fiction. Her 10-minute play “Brides of Deceit” was part of a local performance and “Cemetery” placed second in The Writers Place short/teleplay screenplay competition. Publications include “A Girl Like Alice” (Taproot Literary Review), Death Sword (Lyrical Press), “It’s in Your Blood” (Bites – Ten Tales of Vampires), “Family Heirloom” (Scared – Ten Tales of Horror), “The May Lady Vanishes” (Beltane – Ten Tales of Witchcraft), and “Obsession” (Spells – Ten Tales of Magic). She’s a member of RWA, Sisters in Crime, EPIC, and a supporting member of HWA. Besides coffee, she likes cats, cemeteries, and old abandoned buildings. You can find her at

Thanks so much for being with us, Pamela! Best of luck to you with Family Tradition, and all you do!

6 thoughts on “Author Pamela Turner talks about Family Traditions

  1. One tradition the DH and I have instituted is walking our dog together in the afternoon. Before, I was the chief walker, but now he also takes part.

    It’s still a tradition for me to feed her and fill her water bowls. (g)

    Also, there are certain events we do like to attend each year together, such as Frontier Days, the annual 4th of July celebration in our village.

    Morgan Mandel

    1. Hi Morgan! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂 My husband and I used to go on walks, sans dog. Sadly, our neighborhood doesn’t encourage walking. No sidewalks.

      I remember those village fairs, too. There always seemed to be a tractor pull and beer tent. 🙂

    1. Hi, Jessi, and thanks! 🙂 I knew those years watching Night Gallery and Thriller would pay off. LOL Thank you for stopping by, and have a great 2013!

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