Spooky Brook Public Golf Course Novels & Stories

“Forget it. Joseph said positive vibes choke him. He needs some obscure abandoned hospital or something like that, where he can live and thrive out of people’s way.” Trisha raised a finger, still chewing, and typed on her phone. She hurried to swallow and said, “Pine Grove Cemetery, in Spencer. It’s thirty minutes away.” “That’s a historical cemetery and we need a place with more recent bad vibes,” Amy replied. “Let me look into it. Maybe our Haunter friends can help us locate a haunted location nearby.” “There’s a cemetery right south from here, at the end of the Quabbin,” I said. “Oh, how fitting. So you can go pet the poodle now and then, huh?”

It had been where they came for their family getaways. As they conveyed from the hotel to the golf course, Stone explained that the resort had two golf courses. The Harper Course was the main course that was used for competitions, and the other course was for the golf club members. Sidney had always seen a golf course in the movie, but never in real life. It was so vast. Stone had told her when they got there that it was a twenty-one hole with a par of seventy-four golf course, in addition to a practice range and practice greens at about an average of one hundred and sixty acres of land.

The car sped through the scenic highway until the majestic Ramapo Mountains came into view. It might not be a secluded island venue, but it definitely took Brynne’s breath away. “We’ve reached!” Lucas couldn’t contain his excitement as he pointed at the pristine 18-hole golf course nestled in the heart of Hudson Valley, far ahead. “Yeah, you remember, buddy.” Luke was surprised at Lucas’s sharp memory. “Yes, you brought us here last year, Dad. I love it.” His eyes twinkled as he described what he remembered of his last trip.

I’m used to our only conversations being in his kitchen over a meal. “Is it my excellent company that’s made you change your mind?” he asks smugly. His lips twitch with the beginning of a smirk. I shake my head and can’t help but smile at his comment. “I don’t know if I’d describe your company as excellent, but what I meant was I understand why people like golf.” I look out the side of the golf cart, taking in the breathtaking view of the Pembroke Hills world-famous golf course. There’s a reason people pay big money to keep their membership at Pembroke, and the golf course is one of the biggest ones. You can’t play it unless you’re here with a member, and even then, from what I understand, t

As she knew the Brook’s well, the Brook’s would definitely be very lively in the courtyard tonight. Certainly, as she expected, on the screen, it was lit up in Brook’s courtyard, where Coral was sitting on the swing and rocking back and forth, wearing a beautiful bare-shoulder dress, her pretty curly hair ruffled to one shoulder, her pretty almond-shaped eyes looking ahead, and the corners of her mouth hooked up in a smug arc. In the direction of her sight, Brady Brook and his wife Grace Brook stood there. In the center of the courtyard, a middle-aged guy in a white robe was holding a plate of destiny in his hand and talking in whispers, then he picked up a brush and drew some strange patter

Nothing about this was normal anymore. We finally pulled into a long driveway lined with trimmed hedges and tall pine trees. A large sign ahead read: *Willow Hills Golf Club.* I frowned. “A golf club?” “Yeah,” Bryson said. “Strange, I know. But it’s safe. Discreet.” The entrance opened into a sleek lobby with polished marble floors and golden lighting. A few men in suits were lounging around, their eyes shifting toward us as we walked in. And then their eyes landed on me.