Amityville Horror Author Novels & Stories

Amy said. “No way!” Burst from my lips and Amy got quiet again. “I didn’t mean that as I don’t believe you. I was just surprised.” “So was I when it happened,” Amy said. “When did it happen?” I had to know more. “The haunting started the day after you were at the manor with me for the tour,” Amy said. “Alfred was frightened by someone moving things around in the kitchen. Then Aaron was almost pushed down the stairs.” “That’s terrible,” I said. “Was he hurt?”

“Yes, that's exactly it. That was very insightful. What other authors do you like? “Oh, several. She looked at me then. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. “I've read all the classic science fiction authors, of course. Asimov, HG Wells, Frank Herbert. I especially love science fiction when it intersects with horror. "So you're a big Lovecraft fan?"

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

Adam’s voice cuts into my calm. “I looked up the author name you told me, but it didn’t return any hits.” I tense, my anxiety climbing again. “That’s strange.” “You said Daphne Thompson, right?” “Uh… yeah.” “Well, there’s no author by that name. There’s a Daphne Thomas, though.” “Oh.” “Miss Thomas writes some… ah… interesting stories.” He smiles. “Critics call her books ‘mommy porn.’” My stomach tight, I struggle to find a response but fail. Adam continues talking, his voice suspiciously light.

My life has been a whole bunch of screw-ups until I started writing and somehow years later, after too many minimum wage jobs, Clara picked out my work from her random piles and decided that I was going to be the next bestseller author. My life has been a series of failures, disastrous mess, one thing after another. It has never been easy for me, except for my writing career. It was making me rich, but unhappy and somehow unfulfilled. I thought losing my fiancée was my breaking point. But somehow, Ella, the stalker beauty was pulling me down to another level. If my state that of mind can be a measurement, then my very dark short writings were the clear testament of it. "...and turn those dar

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle Stuck On You and Other Prime Cuts by Jasper Bark Poetry collections: WAR by Alessandro Manzetti and Marge Simon Brief Encounters with My Third Eye by Bruce Boston No Mercy: Dark Poems by Alessandro Manzetti Eden Underground: Poetry of Darkness by Alessandro Manzetti If you’ve ever thought of becoming an author, we’d also like to recommend these non-fiction titles: The Dead Stage: The Journey from Page to Stage by Dan Weatherer Where Nightmares Come From: The Art of Storytelling in the Horror Genre, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Eugene Johnson Horror 101: The Way Forward, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Emma Audsley Horror 201: The Silver Scream Vol.1 and V

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

It was 2050 and he still looked like a teenager. “That was seventy-four years ago.” Amaya calculated. “Hmm. It was the exact year, the first founding members of the hunter community were murdered. They were killed by Vampires. According to this note the writer says, ‘the time is nigh. The founding members will be killed along with the hunters that want to see that we cease to exist.’ This letter was written by their mother, Gwendolyn O'Connor.” He declared running his fingers on the note at the bottom left of the note where the name he mentioned appeared.

Harmony asked again but Vivian was already pulling her out of the house. ** Ichabod ‘s mind was not at rest and he was surprised when he saw them coming out so soon. Harmony put an arm around him, looking as if she had seen a ghost. “What happened? I was so worried?” he asked. “That woman is so creepy. Giving me goosebumps all over. Please let’s get out of here,” Vivian said and they began to go back the way they have come. Harmony was quiet, she seemed troubled and as they walked further ahead. Ichabod looked back…he could see the woman’s face by the window, looking back at him….