The conclusion of the House on Teardrop Lane trilogy is
now available on audiobook!
Showing posts with label Ghost Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ghost Story. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 21, 2018
New release 2018
Now Available in Paperback and eBook!!
Book Synopsis
After
a two week vacation, Michael and River Bathory returned home to find an audio recording
containing disturbing evidence of the true nature of the house’s haunting.
As
they continue their quest for answers, River searches through the pages of
Samantha Thatcher’s dairy while Michael seeks video proof of apparition
activity. With further investigation from an outside resource, the pieces to
the house’s mystery begin to come together and reveal a tragic and horrific past:
a history tied between the Thatcher children and the malevolent shadow figure,
the Man in the Hat.
Together
with the help of their closest friends, Michael and River perform a ritual
cleansing which in turn provokes the Man in the Hat’s vile behavior and vicious
intent. With the attempted purging creating spiritual warfare, will the result
save their loving home and free Samantha and Jeremiah from the entity’s binding,
or doom them all?
Monday, September 3, 2018
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Title & Excerpt: The Atherton Manor
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Fredrick adjusted himself in his chair. “What did Atherton tell you?”
“Well …” Joseph swirled the Brandy. “Unexplained activity such as footsteps waking him in the small hours in the morning, misplaced objects, voices, children playing in specific places in the house, and a feeling of being watched.”
“Did Atherton also mention furniture moving around?” Fredrick asked.
“He did not. Although, he did claim of a baby crying on one of the upper floors. The second floor, if my memory serves me right.” Joseph took another short sip then continued, “Could this be residual activity or an intelligent haunting? Whatever the outcome may be, my devices will solidify what was said to be true or nothing more than fictional.” He tilted his glass to Fredrick and said, “Nevertheless, I do enjoy a good ghost story, Mr. Tuttle,” then pressed his lips to the brim of the glass and finished what was left.
“All the claims Atherton told you were true,” Fredrick admitted.
“If so, why aren’t you a little spooked?”
“There’s no sense.” Fredrick shrugged. “If I suffer the same fate as my brother, so be it. My legacy is not this house, but my children are. Now that they’re grown and have children of their own, the Tuttle family will live on.”
“Fair enough.” Joseph nodded then asked, “What did you mean when you said, ‘if I suffer the same fate as my brother?’”
Fredrick looked about the room and then back at Joseph. “The manor is more than just a house, Mr. Caldwell. It’s more of a living thing.”
“How do you mean?”
Fredrick leaned forward in the chair and said in a low tone. “The Atherton Manor has a personality of its own.”
Joseph thought about the feeling he had when gazing at the attic window. “You mean the spirits in the house?” He gave a light chuckle.
“A living entity.” Fredrick leaned back. “My brother died in this house.”
Not expecting to hear what Fredrick just said, Joseph’s interest in the house heightened as he sat quietly and listened to the man speak.
“It started with the children. Tabitha and Atherton excused the children’s behavior and chalked it up to child’s imagination. First, it was their six-month-old daughter’s death. Then soon after, their other two daughters, Sarah and Dianna. All three children died suddenly in this house, six months apart from each other.”
“You don’t say?” Joseph’s voice hinted curiosity.
“Tabitha went insane. Six months later, on the sixth hour of the morning, she took her own life by ingesting poison. Six years after his family’s deaths, I found my brother lying bloody at the bottom of the staircase.” Fredrick pointed to the foyer behind him. “When I found him, Atherton was on the floor...” Fredrick paused to collect himself, cleared his throat then continued. “His eyes wide open and with a God-awful expression as if something or someone terrified the life right out of him.”
Could this be the workings of vengeful spirits or the house itself? Joseph thought.
“All of them died in this house, Mr. Caldwell, one way or another. One would say, these events are nothing more than coincidental, but I know otherwise. I can feel in my soul, Mr. Caldwell.”
Joseph leaned forward. “To have a clear understanding of your testimony. Are you suggesting the house itself had something to do with their deaths?”
Fredrick’s eyes skimmed the room once again as he took a leisured breath. “Yes. I know the manor gave them an unmerciful fate.”
Monday, January 8, 2018
Title & Excerpt: House On Teardrop Lane (Part Two)
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Mia stood at the threshold of the
cellar when she awoke. Realizing where she was, her eyes widened and anxiety
abruptly set in as she stared down at the darkened cellar from the top of the
staircase. Yet she stood there. Not only was Mia afraid of the effects of her
sleepwalking disorder, but she also had a phobia of basements—even more so when
they were unlit. It was not the dark but what was in the dark that terrified
her the most. Mia was motionless, as if something or someone compelled her to
be so. She felt the desperate need for running away to safety, but she needed
to know what was down in the darkened chasm. The longer she stood there, her
phobia accelerated to paranoia, but her will to move was paralyzed and her
bravery rendered helpless. The muscles of her mouth felt fatigued yet she
managed to open them to scream, but only a mere whimper expelled. A cold rush
came over her like icy hands.
“H … help m … me,” she tried crying
out, but it came as a whimper as she trembled with breath vapors releasing from
her lips. Her eyes dilated as she saw what looked to be a figure passing at
other end of the staircase. Mia took a frightened breath and called, “L-Logan …
Lan-Landon, is that you?” Her words were quiet as a whisper.
There was no reply.
Suddenly, Mia sensed she was being
watched, not from below but from elsewhere.
“Stay away,” a gentle voice warned.
“I-I don’t know who’s down there.”
Mia continued to stare down the staircase.
“He who binds us.”
Mia gathered enough strength to
slowly turn her head toward the direction the voice was coming from. She saw
the moonlight shining through River’s studio window, reflecting off a ghostly
image of a little girl peeking out of the room’s entranceway. Amazed at what
she was witnessing, Mia took a jittered breath as she saw the apparition of
Samantha Thatcher.
With eyes set at the entrance to the
cellar, the little girl grasped the doorframe with a delicate hand. “He won’t
let us free.” The ghostly child’s face contorted with fear.
Puzzled, Mia queried, “Us?” Her eyes
shifted back to the shadows of the cellar and gasped.
The dreadful presence was near but
was not seen.
“He’s coming,” the fragile spirit warned.
Saturday, October 21, 2017
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