Contents
The Haunting of Prescott House
Prologue
Prescott Mansion
Truth or Dare
Blood Flows Deep
Uncovering the Past
Incantations
Beyond the Echoes
Competition to Chaos
Epilogue
The Haunting of Luciano House
Paternal Instincts
Discovering Home
In the Arms of Hysteria
Interpretations of Investigations
Spectrum of Disbelief
Perfect Mistakes
Revelation of the Moment
The Haunting of Perry Property
Prologue
Conception Perception
Thirty Days
Unadoptable
Beyond Known Senses
Tabula Rasa
Unknown Entity
Ethereal Planes
Through Trust Lies Hope
The Haunting of Alfred House
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
The Haunting of Woodchester Mansion
Prologue
The Hunt For Ratings
Dreaming of Romance
Triple Threat Alliance
Woodchester Mansion
Manifestations
Electronic Voice Phenomenon
I'll Be Seeing You
Solidarity
The Haunting of Magnolia House
Prologue
Magnolia House
Prying Eyes
Revelations
Secrets of the Past
Betrayal
Intervention
Is There Anybody There?
Epilogue
The Haunting of Excelsior Hotel
The Excelsior: The Grand Opening...
The Excelsior: Under New Management...yet again
Room 33: Ooooh that smell...can't you smell that smell?
Room 33: You Have Got to be Kidding Me...
Room 33: What Was It That Everyone Was Saying About This Place Again?
Room 33: Wonder if Linda and Her Husband's Offer Still Stands?
Meanwhile in Southampton: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, Jack
How Did You Miss This, Woser, You Hack?
The Haunting of Shawcroft House
Prologue
Metamorphosis
Safe Haven Search
Little Dark Lies
Emotions Unblocked
Oddities
The Nanny
Unseen Hands
Second Sight
Blessing
The Haunting of Sanderson Mansion
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
The Haunting of Carver's Arms Pub
Prologue
Investigation in Herriard
Investigation in Herriard: All is Not as it Seems
Another Talk with John Carver
Carver's Arms: Who Dat?
Carver's Arms: Who You Gonna Call?
Carver's Arms: The Ghost Burglar
Carver's Arms: Case Closed
Jack's Vindication
The Haunting of Westmore Hospital
Prologue
Welcome to Westmore Memorial Hospital, Jamie...
Doctor Who?
Jamie Can You See Us?
Call in the Shrinks
Help Me Obi-Wan...I Mean Bert...You're My Only Hope
Thank God for Google...
Dr. Malone Makes Rounds...Again
Home Free
The Haunting of Sunnyday House
Prologue - Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Sarah at School
Sarah Meets Sunnyday House
Sunnyday House Comes Alive
Sarah in Trouble
Lacey to the Rescue
Lacey’s a Believer
Sunnyday House Comes Alive Again
Epilogue: Lacey in Recovery
The Haunting of Yellow Sulphur Springs
Prologue
Josh and Kylie Come to Town
Everybody’s Working for the Weekend…Well, Almost Everyone
Josh's First Day...
Can Curiosity Actually Kill the Cat?
Save Us, Kylie...
I’m Sorry Officer…Did You Say I Am Under Arrest?
Paging Perry Mason...
Who You Gonna Call?
Epilogue
The Haunting of Cleeman House
Prologue
A New Start for Nadia
The Cleeman House is What???
Sophie Goes Rogue
Sophie's New Friend
Sophie's Bombshell
What Was That You Said About Cleeman House?
Epilogue
The Haunting of Glass Mansion
Prologue
Bye-Bye, Overdue Rent
Let the Games Begin
The Real Haunting of Glass Mansion: An Appetizer
The Real Haunting of Glass Mansion: The Entrée
The Real Haunting of Glass Mansion: Could I Clear Your Places and Maybe Show You the Dessert Options?
Hasta La Vista, Henry
Kristen's Last Stand
The Haunting of Ashley Mansion
Prologue
Dr. Myranda Black In Arizona…But Not For Long
Dr. Myranda Black In New Orleans
Blondie’s Intuition
Myranda’s Sense of Rationality is Shaken
Myranda Loses Her Skepticism
Myranda and the Boy: An Introduction to the Other Side
Myranda and the Boy: The Finale
Epilogue
The Haunting of Drummond-Evans Mansion
Prologue
Halloween Plans in Savannah
Halloween at the Drummond-Evans Mansion
So Much for Peace and Quiet at the Mansion
The Benign Mansion Goes Malignant
Josh's Fears Realized
The Legend Lives
Epilogue
The Haunting of Harmony House
Prologue
When One Door Closes, Another One Opens…Even If It Is A Squeaky One…
Let The Games Begin...
Harmony House: The Waiting Game
Harmony House: Work In Progress
Harmony House Ghost Hunters Is Launched
All Of A Sudden A Minimum Wage Job Does Not Seem So Soul-Crushing…
Whoever You Are…You Sure as Hell Ain’t Jack Sawyer…
Harmony House…Harmonious Once Again…They Hoped
The Haunting of Abberfield Church
Prologue
Leaving Las Vegas...Oops...I Mean Sheffield
Trying to Make a Church a Home, Part 1
Trying to Make a Church a Home, Part 2
Abberfield Objections and Lawyers
Weirdness Abounds
Louise Goes Snooping
Louise vs. Darren
Rescue and Resolution
Six Months Later…
The Pet Store
Prologue
Help us Make a Difference
Like We’re in a Cop Film
Have You Found What You Need Yet?
We May Be Here for a While
Not in the Past Anymore
That Feeling on the Back of Your Neck
A Growl from the Corner
Retribution
The Cat Clairvoyant
Prologue
New Beginnings
On the Edge
Discoveries
Leaving Our Troubles
A Normal Day?
Desperate Times
Epilogue
The Haunting of Sprucewood Mansion
Brodie
Ashley
Ted
Carol
Julia
Jeremy
Morgan
Annie
Miss Faye
Samuel
The Haunting of the Regent Theatre
Prologue
Not The Same Old Theatre
Introducing The Swinson Review Staff
Seeing Through Lynch
Haunted Night Events
Life Goes On At The Swinson Review
The Haunted Evening At Last…
The Haunted Evening Takes A Twist
Amy Roberts Version 2.0
Amy Roberts And Rosalva
The Haunting of Daucourt Mansion
Introduction
Prologue
Back to the Present
Road Trip for the Team
On the Road Again
St. Francisville, Louisiana…Finally
Welcome to Daucourt Mansion
There Might Be More!
The Return of Glory Trevil
Glory Comes Clean
Josh Rediscovers Himself
Epilogue
The Haunting of Crooked Cottage
Prologue
An Inheritance from Out of the Blue
Childhood Reunion
Back to The Crooked Cottage
The Old Cottage in 2017, Part 1
The Old Cottage in 2017, Part 2
Alice and Pixie
Alice Becomes a Believer
The Crooked Cottage Tells All
The Haunting of Bonner Springs
Prologue
Farewell to the Big City Lights
Farm Life
Bye Bye Bertie
In Jasper’s Eyes
Dr. Price
Secret Talents
The Aftermath
The Haunting of Mason House
Prologue
Location, Location
A New Home
Message on the Floor
Secrets in the Drawings
Secret in the Attic
You’d be Better Without Him
New Beginnings
The Haunting of Carroway Mansion
Prologue
Background
Lights…Camera…Action!
Liz Wonders What She Has Truly Taken On
The Carroway Mansion…Just as Advertised
Time to Get Down to Work
The Crew from America Arrives
The Carroway Mansion…Clara and Dean Join the Fold
More Problems on the Set
Sounds and Sights…But Not in the Film
The Final Act
Epilogue: Back Home
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The Haunting of Prescott House
By Riley Amitrani
Prologue
5th September 1959
Prescott House, near Bristol,
England
7:34 PM
Martin Prescott threw his neck back to pour the last of his whisky down his throat. He slammed the glass down on his desk, not caring when it shattered from the force. Underneath the shards of glass was a pile of unopened letters. He was in his study, shut away from the rest of the house where his wife and two children went about their evening oblivious to Martin’s pain. He got up and headed to his drinks cabinet. It was once filled with a most impressive spirit collection. Now it was a hoard of near-empty bottles. He picked up a bottle of whisky and shook the last dregs into a fresh glass, took a packet of Camels out of his pocket and lit one.
“Daddy?” A voice called at the door. Martin spun around to see his youngest girl, Elizabeth, watching him from the hallway. In her tiny hand, she clutched a picture she had drawn for him.
“Go back to your room, Libby.” Martin turned from her, not wanting her to see him in this state. Libby pouted, at four years old she did not care to see her father unhappy, nor could she begin to understand the reason why. She dropped the piece of paper she was carrying on the floor and toddled out of the room.
Martin went to the door and slammed it shut behind him. He picked up the drawing. It was difficult to decipher the scribblings of a four-year-old, but he could make out her intention. She had drawn herself and her sibling, Rose playing outside in the garden. She had scrawled red to depict the rose bushes which gave their house a sense of traditional English grandeur. Inside the yellow house she had drawn a figure who must be Sally, Martin’s wife. She was standing in the doorway, keeping a careful eye on her girls, in the picture as she does in life. But where was Martin? Libby had drawn him alone in his study. Martin screwed the picture up and threw it at the paper basket. Taking a last drag of his cigarette before he stubbed it out, he straightened his tie then headed down to the dining room where he found his wife.
“So you're joining me for dinner then?” Sally said, arching a perfectly pencilled brow. She poured a glass of wine for herself and for him. Martin noticed that the bottle was almost empty. The roast dinner on the table had long gone cold. Martin sat down without a word and started to eat, not bothering to put his napkin on his lap. The dining room was as opulent as the rest of the house. The dark oak furniture was antique and above them hung a glass chandelier which shone warm light around the room. But the atmosphere was cold, with only the sound of the grandfather clock ticking to fill the silence, until Sally spoke.
“I need to go into town tomorrow to get a new dress.” Sally said. “I’ve been invited for tea with Sandra and Louise and can’t wear something they have seen before.” Martin carried on eating. “So I really need some money. I’m sick of darning my old dresses and pretending that they’re not the same ones my friends have seen before. Are you listening to me?” She raised her voice.
“You have a whole wardrobe full of dresses.” Martin said. “You don’t need another.”
“I don’t need another? I’m your wife, not a servant who should have to ask every time I need something. You should be providing for me.”
“I have to pay off this ludicrous house you had us buy. You wanted this, didn't you?” He got up, knocking his chair over as he did, and stood above Sally. “Didn't you?” His voice roared and echoed through the house.
“I want a husband and a father. A real man.” Sally stood up. Martin raised his hand and slapped her, the force of which made her fall back into her seat. “You said you would never do that again.” Sally said, clutching her red cheek. “Tomorrow I’m taking the children to my mother’s.” Sally ran out of the room.
Martin was enraged. He headed back to his study, where he picked up a bottle of liquor. He swigged it straight from the bottle. Something caught his eye out the window. He turned the light off and looked outside. There was a shadow of a man outside on the street. He was standing next to a tree, smoking and watching the house. No doubt he was one of the
men Martin owed money to for unpaid gambling debts. He had done this all to keep his bitch of a wife happy. The wife who had threatened to leave him just because he couldn’t afford to keep up with her spending habits. His head was spinning, his eyes blurred but he knew what to do. He took a final gulp of liquor. He headed over to the drinks table, on which was a box of cigars. He turned the box upside down causing the few remaining expensive cigars to fall on the floor. A silver key also fell out. He took the key and used it to unlock the bottom draw of his desk. He removed an item from it, concealed in a black bag.
He headed upstairs, past the staircase to his children's bedroom where his pretty blonde daughters slept peacefully, oblivious to their parents’ problems. He got to the opulent room he shared with his wife. The four-poster bed was still made. She hadn't gone to bed yet. He noticed light coming out under the door to the bathroom. He tried the handle. It was locked. He kicked the door. He heard Sally scream inside. He kicked it again and again. On the third try it sprung open revealing Sally in the bath. With her blonde curls loose around her and eyes wide, she looked vulnerable.
“What are you doing? Are you insane?” Sally said, shrinking back in the bath. Martin did not respond. He pulled a silver handgun out of the bag. He held it up and aimed it at Sally's head. “No, please,” Sally begged. He shot, the silencer dulling the sound of the bullet. It flew out and landed in Sally's skull, causing bone and brain matter to splatter across the white tiles. She sank lifeless into the water as it slowly became a bath of blood.
“Daddy?” Elizabeth stood in the doorway, she was dressed in her pyjamas, her doll in hand. “What’s happened to Mummy?”
“Close your eyes, Libby.” Martin said as he raised the gun a second time.
Prescott Mansion
30th April 2016
Cambridge
Cambridgeshire
England
3:10 PM
“Come on! What is taking so long?” Amanda reached into the car’s open window and pressed the hooter. It was a new model Mini Cooper in red that she had recently received as gift from her father. She leaned against it, cigarette in hand and sunglasses on. It was parked outside the student digs which her friends Kim and Gemma shared, situated on a cobbled side street a stone’s throw from the River Cam. As she waited, a group of Chinese tourists came down the street. They paused to take photos of Amanda. She had long blonde hair and was dressed in cut-off denim shorts with a shirt tied up to expose her midriff. Leaning against her car and outside a quintessentially British town house, she looked like a model awaiting a shoot. But instead of basking in their attention she repaid their curiosity by giving them the finger.
“Amanda! Do you really need to swear at the tourists?” Kim said as she came out of the house. She was dressed in a suit jacket, blouse and chinos. She carried a large hold-all over her shoulder. “And are those shoes really suitable for a drive?” Amanda looked down at her chunky wedges and rolled her eyes. Kim was too sensible for her own good.
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