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
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   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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   Copyright Notice
   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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