Spooky Nook Hamilton 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?”

I decide to leave the kitchen behind and call a pizza place nearby. I put a series on N*****x to watch, while I wait for the pizza place to arrive. Forty minutes go by and I hear my stomach growling. I can't wait any longer, and, already impatient, I think about going downstairs to see if the delivery man has arrived yet, but I give up, because this idea is a bit clueless. I imagine that because of the time that has passed, he is close to arriving - at least I hope so. I go to my room, put on a jacket, long enough to cover my pajamas and not show that I am without a bra. Already ready, I wait for the doorman to call on the intercom.

How would she not win when she didn’t move from her spot for the whole night? Imagine being in a Halloween party where the buffet table was in a dark corner of the reception area and beside it was a lady in a floor-length hospital gown, bloody, with hair that’s similar to Sadako’s, and her glazed eyes were the only thing you could see of her face. Isn’t it uber-creepy? Very few people were even able to get seconds because of how scared they were of her costume! She would even stand in front of you or beside you as you got your food! And due to this, there were people who were totally freaked out by her…

Ichabod could perceive the scent of dried herbs mixed with chemicals. “Is there no one here?” Ichabod asked quietly, peering into the darkness to see Adam;s wrinkled face but somehow, the whole place was brightened up for him to see they were in what looked like a very old pharmacy with shelves and chemicals, yet there was no one in sight. So who had put on the light? Adams walked to the sales counter which had a small bell on it, Adams tipped against it but no sound could be heard. He did it again but yet no sound. With a grown, he shouted. “Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!”

Arthur was sent back to the Hamilton's house, while Emiliano stayed behind to investigate the matter. The Hamilton's was located in a very mysterious forest. Outside of the gate was the self—built airport, a house that took up an area of nearly ten thousand square meters, exuding an ancient aura under the starry sky. This was the Hamilton's house which has been here for almost one hundred years.

It’s hard to believe Rosie and I have been married for ten years. To celebrate we went on a spooky tour to Sleepy Hollow and then Salem. We have a whole bucket list of haunted places we want to go and we check one off every anniversary. The list is from haunted towns to specific haunted places. Since this year was a big deal we decided to go to two places.

Kayson was stunned as he walked in. “The Hamiltons?” Precisely. A sign that spelled the words “Hamilton Manor” was hanging by the entrance of the manor. Kayson’s expression was cold as he frowned. Could the Hamiltons have ordered the culprit to poison Cecile and Shyla? In that case, he was not letting them off the hook, even if Zachary stepped in! Shyla could not help wondering, “Northspring’s Hamiltons… The Hamiltons poisoned me? That can’t be… The Tinsleys have never offended the Hamiltons!”

But cross her, hurt someone she loves, and the toy poodle turns into Cerberus. “I’m going shopping later today,” she says, coming back behind the counter and pulling a notebook out of the drawer under the register so she can start making a list. “Shopping” is code for she’s traveling to another coven to purchase magical supplies. “Do you need anything?” “Black salt and mandrake root,” I tell her quietly, eyeing the couple who went right to the romance section. We’re the only independent bookstore in the area, and after the last big chain retailer went out of business, things really picked up for us.