The Haunting Of Ashburn House Novels & Stories

EMILY I sat still on the couch, hugging myself as if that could chase away the feeling of fear that wouldn’t stop crawling over my skin. The dark had a way of making your thoughts louder, your heart beating faster, and your mind believing anything was possible. The entire house was dead silent, apart from the faint ticking of the wall clock. And then, snap. The power cut off completely. I jumped to my feet. “Kent?” He was already up, phone in one hand, his other hand reaching for the drawer where he kept a flashlight. “It’s the whole street,” he said, peeking out the window. “It’s not just here.”

From the next seats, Isaac and Ricky glanced at him, while Serena kept her eyes fixed on the screen, a mild smile nailed to her beautiful face. Now Brandon was walking down the trail to the Quabbin, the Manor in frame behind him past the first trees. “But for you to really understand what transpired here, and grasp its deeper meaning, we need to go back in time,” he said to the camera. “Because this truly is but the final chapter of a story that took place over a long time. To trace its true beginning, we gotta go back seven years, to our first investigation at one of the most haunted locations in the whole world: Pennhurst Asylum.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and my face drained of color as a thought formed in my mind. Celeste nudged me with her elbow, concern in her voice. "Anastasia, are you okay?" I forced myself to stay calm, shaking my head. I turned back to Howard. "Did she ever act strangely?" "We just hung out; I never paid much attention to the details," Howard said nonchalantly. But then, his expression stiffened. "Actually, now that I think about it, there was something strange. She only ever showed up to our night parties. But every morning, she had to leave early. One time, a few of the guys tried to stop her, but she freaked out, shouting like a maniac, saying she had to leave before sunrise

Wacky. The only thing that made it look different and less hunted was the well-trimmed lawn. If my guesses were correct and the residents of this house were who I had expected it to be, they were sure we were still as broke as they had always been…telling by the spooky look of their house. It was not even close to October, but their houses and several others that lay side by side on both lanes looked like zombies hibernated. This whole area looked like something of the zombie apocalypse in broad daylight. I remained in my car, not wanting to step my feet out yet to share the same toxic air with these people.

Even though he didn't admit it, he knew a huge part of his continued sanity was as a result of the grounding effect of his childhood friend, aid and in-law. Upon opening the doors to his most treasured space, he snapped his fingers and the lights came on, shedding light to every nook and cranny of his large masculine room. Asher felt an unfamiliar aura envelop him and soon enough, he was staring at a woman laid carelessly on his bed. His face morphed to that of curiosity, and then confusion before the final lapse of boiling anger resurfaced, making him stomp out of the room, Seething. Mrs Adams was dutifully waiting outside for the sure appearance of Asher Braxton and like expected, the door

She didn’t care that she almost bumped into her mother when she landed on the ground of the extension of their garden in the living area. “She’s in the rush.” Luna Serenity muttered as she watched her daughter dash to where her irritation heading her. Blending in the shadow of the trees across the duplex houses, Ashlyn was looking at a certain house very carefully. She watched it carefully so that her father won’t notice her presence lurking around the shadow. She cloaked herself until her father came out of the house and jogged back home. Ashlyn breathed out what she was holding over her throat then she looked over the house again.

Finally. Ashley didn't even get a moment to rejoice as the next second, the front door was kicked with so much force that instead of breaking, it immediately shattered into hundred of pieces, the broken shards scattering all over the place. Ashley's neck whipped around in horror as she saw the figure of a man as he furiously stepped into the house. His glowing red eyes were the only thing visible in the dark room, making him seem even more dangerous. Before Ashley could even blink her eyes and register what was happening, the figure just disappeared and suddenly materialized, right in front of her very eyes.

She was startled by his sudden arrival. She did not believe that Neil would return soon. It was only the third day, and he appeared before her like a ghost. She mentally kicked herself for delaying her search mission but it was not her fault that she was not feeling well from the moment, he left the house. At this moment, Aashmaan gulped down nervously. She mentally hit herself for her stupidity. She forgot to lock the main door of the house and the devil entered the house without any problem and is now, staring at her with his deep hazel eyes.

The drive up to the main house from the imposing gate took about seven minutes: the pathway wound around a hill surrounded by vast open fields of grass before it snaked up a slope onto a carved stone pathway. It felt like the longest seven minutes of Ash’s life. She felt butterflies in her stomach, and even the butterflies were feeling dizzy. When they got out of the car, Ash stood in front of the doors of the largest house she had seen in her life. The driver peeled away and Hunter ushered her inside.

“So this house. Finch went crazy in there and killed Daniel Pital. Maybe something in there possessed and killed Scott Kretch, kidnapped Jesse Kretch, and you saw . . . or almost saw . . . something . . . ” I pause, realizing I’m now assuming that all these stories are true. Though some part of me accepts this, I find I’m not any less afraid. Actually, I’m terrified. “So. Bassler House. Is it haunted? Cursed? How does it fit into the big picture? Because Ellen Danvers lost her son on Bassler Road. Is there a connection? Is Timmy Danvers in Bassler House?”