Romans & histoires Incidents Around The House Audiobook

Like 271 days was boring. Like home was obvious. _Thump._ *3:00 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN NONE. THEN SEVEN.]* Living room. Not fireplace. Not _COURT_ box. Burned 265 days ago. Just us. Seven. Me. Floor. February. Chest. Sleeping. 3 PM. On time. Adrian. Next to me. 59 BPM. Head on my shoulder. Alex. Other side. Book. Reading. To her. _The House That Was Just Home._ Page 1. “Once upon a time there was a house that was not a court…”

There was no damage. No broken windows. No signs of forced entry. Everything looked normal. Too normal. Aurora stepped inside. Her pace slowed. Because the house held too many memories. Her childhood. Her parents. The years she spent building Blackwood. And the tragedies that had happened there. The security team was already waiting inside. One of the officers approached them immediately. "Mr. Harrington. Mrs. Harrington." "What did you find?" The man didn't answer right away. Instead, he motioned for them to follow him.

Every light in the house surged bright then exploded in a shower of sparks and glass. Emily screamed from the master bedroom. Thomas ran to check on the children. Noah and Mia were both awake now, crying about the loud noise. The family spent the rest of the night huddled together in the living room while Thomas swept glass and made calls to an electrician in the morning. The incident pushed them over the edge. Emily found a local medium online and scheduled a visit for the following weekend.

All the houses around were in various states of disrepair. I killed the engine a couple of yards out. A bug had been planted in the house a few days ago so we could receive audio. Binoculars would be used if necessary. I set up the receiving speaker and waited for the audio feed. The phone on the backseat was ringing again but I ignored it. I could do this without Elias' help. And whenever he decided to show up was up to him. My hands tapped the dashboard impatiently as the people in the house took their sweet time making light, unimportant conversation. There was the clinking of bottles and the sound of a lighter. Obviously they were waiting for someone.

“Don’t blame yourself for everything. This wasn’t your—” “Wasn’t her fault?” I interjected and almost laughed at Jenny’s shameless twisting of the truth. “She set the dogs on the children and ordered the bodyguards to attack. Then, she shouted about feeding me to the dogs. That’s not her fault?” I glared at Martin as his expression darkened. “Aside from her dogs hurting people today, I also expect a reasonable explanation for why this house has a new owner. I left it to the children.” “I have nothing to explain to you,” Martin said coldly.

Before she had even taken a step toward the house, she heard a loud thump come from inside. “Ms. Martin, is someone in your house?” Lindsay asked, approaching with caution. “No, ma’am. That is why I called you. I didn’t know what else to do. Everything was like every other day, and then I saw a book fly off the shelf and hit the wall in the other room. I thought I must have been seeing things at first. Then it happened again and again, and each time came quicker than the last. Now listen to that. It sounds like my home is flying apart,” Ms. Martin said, wringing her hands.

***Hi! This book is under MAJOR revision, so some things might not add up in the next chapters. Please read on with this in mind. Audrey sweeps the conference room with her gaze. When she was sure every single one is gathered around, she flops down on the seat next to Christian Parkinson whom she have set the meeting for in the first place.

The voice of Claudia answered in a lowered tone the minute the phone was placed on her ear, she glared around the hospital hallway before standing at a corner to answer the call comfortably. "Hello Claudia, oh my goodness! Something really bad just happened," The voice of aunt Clara filled the whole line worriedly. "Why, what happened?" Claudia asked as the frown on her face was soon replaced with that of curiosity. "My house was on fire when I got back and nothing was left but ashes and it's because of that blasted first daughter of Jessica." She voiced out. "What, did she burn it, and where the hell are they?" Claudia asked with widened eyes. "How would I know when they ran away after sett

Lisa asked, confusion and unease rising in her chest. Ann’s eyes flicked to the floor, as if choosing her words carefully. “There are things going on, Mrs. Lisa. Dangerous things. Your husband is a powerful man, but even he can’t control everything. If I were in your shoes, I’d listen to him and leave while I still could.” Lisa frowned, a chill running down her spine. “Are you saying something’s about to happen?” Before Ann could respond, the sound of gunfire erupted outside the mansion. The sharp crack of bullets filled the air, cutting through the peaceful morning like a knife. Lisa’s heart jumped into her throat as she instinctively ducked, her hands covering her head.

_Dominic Something was off. That was the only reason I could hear my burner phone vibrating through my pants, just as I was about to make a last turn and enter my parent's estate. I let the phone ring on, but I couldn't shake the lingering feeling that it could be an emergency. The burner vibrated again, and I parked off the road and took it out. “Yes?” “There's been a breach at the house.” Joseph's voice said. “What? I just left the house about fifteen minutes ago. I'm on my way back."