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In this sequel to ALEX and THE SHED, Alex wonders if he’s seeing ghosts. His friend Justin has bought the Fulton place, a beautiful old mansion on the edge of Oakton. But something’s wrong in the house. Alex has visions of a small boy, trapped in the basement, and a man at the top of the stairs who won’t let him leave.
And Logan Fulton has come to town, Helen Kramer’s cousin, a psychic medium who wants something from Helen, whatever the cost. He and Helen had spent time in the Fulton house as children and Alex suspects Logan has something to do with the spirits now awakening in the old mansion. But whether Logan is calling them forth or if something else is controlling them, Alex can’t be sure.
The child’s spirit calls to Alex, as do others trapped in the house. There is a dark entity holding them there, keeping the child forever in the basement, the others for his amusement. But Alex has never believed in ghosts, so what is really going on? As he strives to learn the boy’s secret, his friends are one by one pulled to the Fulton place and put in danger while Logan works against Alex, having an agenda of his own. Will Alex be able to solve the haunting of the old house, or will he and his friends be taken one by one, doomed to walk the dark hallways forever?
Read an Excerpt
Alex gasped, the frigid air, a knife in his chest. Where was he? Oh God, where had his vision taken him? His breath came out a plume of smoke when he exhaled, hiding the scarred wooden door in front of him for an instant. The solid wood, once painted white, now peeled in flakes, dark blotches marring the bare wood underneath. Black stains discolored the hardwood floor at its base as if something had splashed against the door and dripped down… Blood.
A shudder swept through Alex, his skin crawling as the cold air congealed. Anticipation, sharp as a razor, scraped his nerves. Something was coming. He blinked his eyes, wanting to wake up, leave the images growing more real by the second. His soul had traveled to that well to see Christopher. Was the same thing happening again? Was he really in this house, the horror forming an actual presence? He wanted to go home.
Too late. Hatred, hot and violent, struck him, and he staggered backward, horror building in his mind as a black shape took form before the door. A hand reached from the darkness, white, old, gnarled, the flesh shriveled into a claw, nails sharp and wicked. Alex took another step back, a scream catching in his throat at the malevolence surrounding him. The thing would rake his flesh, rip his heart out, anything to stop him from…
Alex paused, the world growing still, the cold settling on the ground in a thick fog around his feet. This was about the door.
About the Author:
She now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. Dianne says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee in her hands, which kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.
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