Ammons Haunting Case Novels & Stories

Hunter glanced over at the young woman holding onto his sleeve, her face pale and anxious. “For what reason?” Hunter asked coldly, his voice unwavering. “You are familiar with our colleague who was recently admitted to the hospital. She has been identified as the prime suspect in the case.” “Suspect?!” Melissa and Daniella exclaimed in unison, their voices dripping with shock. Melissa sneered, “We have a felon in the family—a mistress for a mother and a criminal for a daughter. I guess disgrace runs in the blood.” Aleah clenched her fists at the cruel remark, her grip on Hunter’s sleeve tightening in an attempt to suppress the anger boiling inside her. Hunter felt the tension in her hold, si

I can’t even glance at anyone out of humiliation. But it doesn’t stop there,... Another video plays through the CCTV of our living area. It’s my conversation with Rain and Amber right before the power blackout: Amber’s words drum like a death penalty in my ears - “Shall we just confess our affair?” F.uck! Who the hell are these hackers?! The Thorne or the Wu couple?!

The shadow was still whispering to me, I tried to block it out and focus on this man, Aamon. I watched as he brought up his hand, extended a finger showing an awfully long finger nail before he stabbed Florence in the neck. Florence gurgled before crumpling to the ground. “Where is she, Cindy?” Aamon asked, his voice cold and void of emotion. Cindy did not move, she stayed silent and strong. “Cindy.” He tutted, “I will not spare you if you do not comply” My heart hurt from the immense fear I was experiencing, the shadow thing was still whispering my name which was getting pretty annoying. I gasped as this Aamon grabbed Cindy by the neck, making Cindy gasp in pain. Glen stood, running towards

“There have been other disappearances this past year, a recent one very similar to this. A month ago, seven-year-old Anne Marie Hauer from Utica vanished from her bedroom. No forced entry, no forensic evidence. She’s just GONE, like Timmy Danvers. “And you know what, fellas? I’m tired of this. I really am. All the time, you act as if you don’t know anything, that you’re just as mystified as me, like everyone else in this town. But I call, fellas. I call BULLSHIT.”

They said that on full moons, immigrants and homeless people disappeared through the streets at night, between these times, there were bodies that were found on the highways, dead and their two children had anger control problems, they were murderous beasts. One of the friends of an old maid at the Scavengers house, simply tells that the last nanny, when the youngest was 11 years old, when she spoke on the phone sometimes, he simply attacked whoever it was, he killed animals, the dogs of the kennels didn't last long, they just didn't last. Maggie had called the police once, on three different occasions. Hathori, managed to travel to each family of a mysterious death, in which he discovered t

The call came on a Tuesday morning. Amelia was making breakfast. Hope was at the table coloring. Sam and Ellie already at school. Her phone rang. Unknown number. She almost didn’t answer. But something made her pick up. “Hello?” “Is this Amelia Penking?” A man’s voice. Formal. Cold. “Yes. Who’s this?” “My name is James Harrington. I’m an attorney representing the estate of Dr. Richard Hale.” Amelia’s blood went cold. Dr. Hale. The doctor who was supposed to mark her years ago. The one who’d been at the clinic when Stellan and Devon burst in.

The government also installed running water for the villagers, but even so, the nine wells weren't moved…" Cassian suddenly realized something was off. He had asked about the haunting, but Amos had spent all this time recounting Everstream's history, which had nothing to do with any ghosts or spirits. "What about the haunting, Mr. Colt? What's up with that?" Cassian asked. Amos replied, "Well, it goes back to the nine wells. A week ago, a child accidentally fell into one and drowned. I heard the child was only a few years old.

Anna was worried. "Please, this is necessary," said Aamir while walking. "Still ..." Anna saw that it was ten o'clock at night and all she had to do was sleep. "Anna, this is about Uncle and Aunty's accident ... I think ... I think they didn't have an accident. They was killed ... It was a murder. ”Hearing Aamir's words, Anna's whole headache, sleep flew away. "What?" You know what you are talking about Aamir ... See if it's a joke ... "

My eyes move across the words, and though my stomach is still rumbling with hunger, my appetite disappears as the phrases jump out at me from the page. "...hasn't been dealing well with the death of her father..." "One employee speculates drugs might have been involved..." "...though her brother couldn't be reached for comment..." I learn that they've pushed back Huntington Manor's grand opening. I'm not sure whether I'm excited or sickened by that fact. A little of both, maybe. But the worst part is the sentence at the very end: Authorities ask that anyone with information about the whereabouts of Louisa Cunningham contact the Moore County Police Department.

Somehow watching horror movies with the lights on removes the scary effect. After we were done with Physco. I decided to use the bathroom. Amanda showed me to the place and left me to my business. When I was done I decided to check out her room. So I started walking till I found it,I opened the door and stepped it. It was a lovely room. I think it's the only room in this house that wasn't painted pink.