The Spook Who Sat By The Door Book Novels & Stories

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

she said. “Yeah. Exactly. Like she had a book in her.” “Okay, that’s some legit weird spooky shit right there,” she said. “How so?” “Nah, just someone in a bookstore said that to me recently. That I had a book in me.” A quick shrug. “Weird.” “Damn right it’s weird.” Margo smiled. “I know, right?” “Right! I mean, a bookstore? For real? Are those even a thing anymore?” ***

To my surprise, she pulls on it and the bookcase swings open, revealing a door in a recess. "I can't believe it! A secret passage! It's like a spy movie!" I gasp, excitedly. The guard approaches and the second we enter his field of vision, Alice tackles me against the door and closes the shelf on us. The guard stops a few steps away from us, scanning the area with his flashlight. It's a good thing he's human, otherwise he would have spotted us by our scent.

A gate to Hell wouldn’t be anything but accessible, and opening one requires a hell of a lot of power. Powers witches don’t possess. I find a chapter about demonic beings in their pure form and translate a page and a half before the store gets busy. Sighing, I stash the book in my purse and move to a register, ringing people up while Clark helps them find books. Around noon, we slow down for a bit, and I have Clark go on his lunch break while I sit at the register. As soon as he’s out of sight, I go back to the book, translating as fast as I can. I reread what’s typed out on my phone, and then call Lucas.

They were images of blackened houses, broken bodies, and trembling survivors murmuring in fear. “They said they saw… shadows with horns,” Eden whispered. “They said the shadows walked through fire and didn’t burn. They tore through flesh like paper. One old man said he saw a child disappear in the blink of an eye. There was no blood. No scream. Just… gone.” Sophia paled. Her fingers trembled as she reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out a tattered, leather-bound grimoire. She flipped the pages quickly. “I’ve read this before,” she muttered,. “Long ago. When I was a child. The signs… horned shadows, vanishing people, soulless fire. It’s not mortal.”

he smiled before he walked out the front door. Letting out a sigh, I went back to searching the website, curling up on the sofa as the rain pelted the windows as thunder cracked overhead and lightning flashed. After a while, the rain and thunder stopped. I stood up from the sofa, ready to get into bed, but a knock on the door stopped me in my tracks. I turned to face the door, furrowing my brows. Spooky has his own key so he wouldn't knock. Could it be Cris or my Dad? I placed my phone on the coffee table and walked towards the front door and peeped through the peephole. I pulled back and then opened the door.

“I swear something touched me. Right here. Right on the butt.” Michael, sounding too tired for this, says, “That was me pulling you forward before you walked into a spiderweb.” “I’d rather walk into a spiderweb than stay one more minute in this haunted place,” Lenny whines, practically skipping down two steps at a time. “That book screamed at me.” “It didn’t scream,” Sonia calls from the middle of the group. “It whispered.” “Even worse!” Lenny shrieks like the drama student he never got to be.