Ammons Haunting Case Novels & Stories

The forensic report came out: "It was suicide." It really was suicide, even though the way it was done was kind of weird. Amelia glanced over and used her gloved finger to tap the message on her phone again: "I'm taking over this case, tell the higher-ups it's an unusual one." "Abnormal case?" After hearing those words, the forensic doctor's face twitched a little. She had heard about unusual cases before, but it was her first time actually running into one. Was there really such a thing as being possessed in this world?

How was she holding up? Ramon occupied a dark corner in the back of the room, but for some crazy reason, the possibility of a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound homicidal nut-job lurking nearby didn’t distract his thoughts from Annabelle. A half-hour of private time with her had quickly become the high point of his day. Among his fellow detectives, he had a reputation as a focused investigator, even a bit of a workaholic. But Annabelle scrambled his priorities so badly he had a hard time remembering the real purpose for his visit—a minor matter of solving two murders.

The room filled with the soft tapping of keys. I stood and moved toward the window, my back to him, the city stretching out beneath me. Milan looked peaceful from this height. It always did. Like it had never swallowed anyone whole. “How long ago?” Lorenzo asked. “Today,” I answered. He went still for a fraction of a second before continuing. That pause told me everything. This was not coincidence. “Location confirmed,” he said finally. “Same building. Same street. Time stamp matches.” I closed my eyes briefly.

THERON POV “There’s something important I need to tell you,” Ami said, her voice tinged with unease. She’d called around eleven, and by the time we hung up, it was well past midnight. She told me everything her meeting with Ellison Halberg, the revelations he’d shared. And as I listened to her describe a far darker, more chilling version of what had happened all those years ago, I wasn’t even sure I was breathing. I needed to tell my father. But I had no idea how.

He unexpectedly turned his head around. Notwithstanding, everything he could see was that his antique phonograph was turning. Before long, it began to play. Bowen froze as he paid attention to what was playing. "Today, we will communicate a horrendous sequential assault and murder case. Under the watchful eye of the execution, the appointed authority will initially search over the Class A lawbreaker cases that poor person been addressed in the beyond a decade. In September 2010, a male secondary school understudy in Queens vanished close to the craftsmanship historical center. Around then, everybody imagined that he had taken off from home, however as a matter of fact, he was assaulted and k

“What is so damned special about this guy that has all of you quivering in fear? I never would have pegged you for a coward Ramona.” Her eyes froze over instantly, a cold, deadly rage simmering in their depths. “Cowardice? Is this your attempt at baiting me Graeme? If I don't help you find the Vampire Prince, then I'm a coward?” She threw her head back and laughed. “You have no idea the forces you're up against. The Ammons are untouchable. It would be in your best interest to avoid them. And if Zachary was really involved in your little… werewolf incident, then pin it on somebody else and hope he doesn't strike again.”

They locked Hein up inside the mansion like it was a cell. After they left, Hein shouted like crazy. She made a mess to ease her anger. She made a phone call promptly after they left. Little did she know, someone was just watching her. Amaya didn't go to the crime scene yet to collect the dead soul. She was planning to double the enchantment the mansion had to lock Hein. But while processing... she ends up eavesdropping on Hein and someone on the phone's conversation. "I'm sorry, I think it will take a whole month before I get to escape from this haunted mansion. We should film this suspicious house once I find out the evidence. I'm sure they're just hiding the other soul I'm with that day."

“It’s six-thirty. Turn on the TV. Maybe we can catch something about it on the news.” Leesa grabbed her remote and switched on the television. The local news was just coming on. They had to sit through a boring story about some possible corruption in the state house, but then a jumpy video of an old graveyard, probably taken from a helicopter, filled the screen. It was still light out in the video, so it had obviously been taken earlier in the day. “There’s a strange story coming out of Higganum today,” the neatly coiffed, gray-haired anchorman began. “Police are investigating an unusual act of vandalism in one of the town’s old cemeteries.”

"Good evening, New Hilton. This is April Dawson with breaking news. Today, our beloved city has been shaken by a shocking incident involving Amanda, the influential socialite, and her partner, Ethan, who also happens to be her trusted personal assistant. Reports suggest that they were targeted in a vicious attack, leaving the city in a state of shock and disbelief. Details are still emerging, but witnesses describe a chaotic scene as armed assailants descended upon Amanda and Ethan. The motives behind this brazen act remain unclear, but one thing is certain: this is a city on edge, grappling with the revelation that the truth surrounding the enigmatic figure known as 7665 is far from resolve

Grey replied with a dry throat as he spoke of this matter. "Oh..." Ethan fell silent. "Alright, let's continue discussing the issue with Dr. David." "Alright," Ethan nodded. He didn't want Grey to dwell too much in sorrow because Ethan would deliver the worst news to Grey after this. "Amora is suspected of killing her colleague due to alleged malpractice." "Malpractice?"