The Warehouse Amityville Events Novels & Stories

The room exploded into silence. Sebastian stared. His heartbeat seemed suddenly louder than anything else. "Blood where?" Eleanor swallowed. "In the warehouse." "What warehouse?" "The first Hartwell warehouse." The one where the founders conducted their earliest operations. The one that had long since been demolished. The one no longer existed. Eleanor's voice trembled. "They found blood." "They found signs of a struggle." "And then..." She stopped. Unable to continue. Sebastian felt cold. Terribly cold. "What happened?" Eleanor looked directly into his eyes.

And for a second, I don’t fight it. The kitchen feels too bright. Too normal. Like the world didn’t shift last night. Like nothing happened. I move slowly, making coffee, grabbing something small to eat, trying to convince my body that this is just another morning. It’s not. Nothing is normal anymore. The TV is already on. Muted. News channel. I don’t think about it when I reach for the remote. I just unmute it. And everything stops. “Late last night, a fire broke out at an industrial warehouse located near Pier Twelve.”

I explained. "Oh, my God!" Zoey was surprised to hear what I said. "I'm sorry, I don't know. Are you all right?" "Yes, I'm all right," I said. "Oh, thank goodness. I thought you called me from the hospital or whatever. Tell me what happened," pleaded Zoey. I then told Zoey about the beginnings of the terror incident that took place in my house, to the discovery of two bodies on the beach of Saltyville. Of course, I didn't tell about Julia and Amelia's part.

If it wasn’t for Jinx … and Alejandro … I wouldn’t have a twin anymore. “Warehouse Blast Opens a Grave of Secrets. The dilapidated warehouse on the edge of the Bay Area, that has recently exploded, became the center of a growing and gruesome mystery. Officials believe the blast was intentional, timed, or remotely triggered, likely to destroy evidence,” I read out loud. “They left out that my stupid brother almost died.” I get a snort and grunt as a response. Great company I’m keeping. Jerking his chin toward the paper like I’m taking too long, Jackson says two actual words — “Go on.”

‎ ‎"What does it mean?" ‎"I don't know. But whoever destroyed the warehouse didn't know I had saved this page." Walter took a photo of the document. "I'll have a forensic expert recover whatever they can." As he slipped it into an evidence bag, the sounds of approaching sirens echoed through the industrial district. ‎ ‎Police ‎Firefighters ‎Ambulances ‎They were finally arriving. But they were too late. Much too late. Tony looked at the approaching vehicles. ‎ ‎"We can't stay here."

"They're here to erase evidence." Ethan's expression became frighteningly still. "Move." The convoy accelerated. Inside the warehouse, Richard Cole was halfway through explaining the merger agreement when every light suddenly went out. Darkness swallowed the room. Amara instinctively stepped backward. "What happened?" Richard didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked toward the ceiling. Then quietly said, "They're here." "Who?" "The people l've been hiding from." Before Amara could ask another question, gunfire exploded outside. Rapid. Relentless.

“How can there be a warehouse under my company and nobody knows about it?” “The officers are asking questions.” I immediately headed outside as the officers were already discussing among themselves. I forced myself to stay calm. “Gentlemen.” They turned. “Mrs. Voss.” I smiled nervously. “This warehouse is news to us as well.” The woman officer narrowed her eyes. “News?” “Yes.” The senior officer crossed his arms. “Mrs. Voss, that’s difficult to believe because according to these records, products have been loaded there repeatedly.” My stomach twisted. “No.” I shook my head. “No, that’s impossible.”

“What happened?” Arthur turned the screen toward them. A BREAKING NEWS banner flashed violently across the display. MASSIVE EXPLOSION AT CLARKE LOGISTICS HUB IN NEWARK. POLICE INVESTIGATING POSSIBLE ARSON. Video footage showed flames tearing through an enormous warehouse while black smoke consumed the skyline. Then another headline appeared beneath it. ANONYMOUS SOURCE: “THE WOLFES STARTED THE FIRE. WE’RE FINISHING IT.” Lydia felt her blood run cold. “No,” she whispered.

That alone confirmed the operation reached far beyond Silver Moon. The attackers charged through the entrance, and I met them head-on. The first wolf barely had time to react before I slammed him into a steel support beam. The second lunged for my throat, but I twisted, throwing him hard across the floor. Henry shifted beside me, engaging two more attackers. The warehouse erupted into pure chaosgrowls, splintering wood, and flying crates. Then, one of the larger crates burst open. Small, sealed packages scattered across the floor, one splitting apart on impact. A fine white powder spilled across the concrete.

Lucas frowned. “L-Last night…” Amanda cleared her throat, stopping to catch her breath. “Last night, something bad happened. Th-The, The warehouse- The warehouse, which housed all our electronic products ready to be exported, exploded. Someone said one of the electric cables malfunctioned- No! I think it's our enemies again!” Lucas shot to his feet. “All of them?” “Yes. They have all burnt down without any trace. The Phoenix City's media is in an uproar, they all want a press conference. Mr. Harrison, can you please return to Phoenix City? Things have gotten out of hand.”