The Warehouse Amityville Events Novels & Stories

“Victor Fredrick. I know who you are, Head Council. It’s funny that your guy was just with us this morning. I guess, it wasn’t a coincidence, was it? Was he the one who planted the evidence to frame me?” “Dane was there under a council-sanctioned job, but he did not frame you for murder.” “Whatever you say.” Obviously, the warehouse wasn’t a warehouse. It was another werewolf council headquarters. It had rooms, desks, fancy transparent monitors, and hologram maps. They have agents and staff in suits as well. They stuffed me in a white room with a table and chairs facing each other. Then they left me by myself. The door cracked open. Victor walked in alone with a folder in his grip. “Let’s ta

She knew there was no way she could forgive herself. As she walked home, a shiver ran down her spine. That morning, she had received a mysterious message at work: "Meet me at the old warehouse at midnight. Come alone." Aria tried to ignore it, but her heart raced. Who could be contacting her, and why? Could it be a secret skalker? She knew the old warehouse mentioned in the message; it was the only one in the city. As the day dragged on, her anxiety and curiosity grew. She couldn’t concentrate at work, her mind constantly drifting back to the message. What did it mean, and who was behind it?

Without hearing any further, he walked away. “Captain Winfred at your throat again?” His partner asked the moment he sank into his chair. His response to the question was a simple sigh. “Where’s the report file for the Pit warehouse?” He asked. “Here you go. Did the captain seriously put you on that case? That district is freaking haunted, it no wonder why there was a noise report filed around three A.M.” “Three A.M? And who was the complainant?” Stefan asked as he looked through the File, flipping one page after the other.

And those seedy characters just might be the type to make money by selling babies. “What is it?” asks Tristan. I realize he’s been looking at my face, which has probably shown exactly how I feel about Amityville. “I still have a lot of work to do on that town,” I tell him. “And there are a few people there I wouldn’t trust.” “You think they have the pups?” he asks. I nod. “Yes,” I say. “And Amityville is a hub. If they’re on that train, or any others that may have left just moments before, the pups could be anywhere.”

While we continued to chat, a strong wind blew in our direction, we took shelter as it progressed into a whirlwind. The whirlwind rolled progressively and flung one of the doors open. At a closer look, we realized that we were around the faculty of the black birds and the whirlwind had just flung open the door of one of the rooms where the black birds' relics and artifacts were kept. "I thought the door was always locked," one of us said and curiosity took over us. "Let's check it out," I said and we ventured into the room. "I hate this place. It's the witches' warehouse, it contains creepy things, I mean bad energies," Evelyn complained.

We had over twenty statements and video footage of the women testifying about the things that were done to them. They all knew Carson’s face and name and they mentioned several other names of men now all dead. The bloodied warehouse was all over the news and described as a horrific bloodbath. Hearts had been ripped out, necks slashes open, a part of the warehouse had burned for a few hours and there were no survivors. One police officer described the scene as something from a horror movie and that some of the victims had their throats torn out.

It seemed everyone just wanted to annoy me today. “Sir, there's something.. " He avoided my gaze, which was something he never did. If anything, Zayne was the only guard able to look me in the eye. “What is it, Zayne?" It seemed like this was serious. “There was an attack on the warehouse, downtown. It's really bad, Boss. All our coke was taken and the men were killed. " I found it hard to comprehend what he was saying, so I rushed to the car, the driver speeding off to the ware house.

Gray's predictive answer. He simply glanced at Bashie and Raymond as the two looked at each other, then he bowed slightly. "Hey, you kids, what are you talking about. And who's killing!?" Mr. Willie said to them. Its eyes widened as it approached them. "What are you looking at in the warehouse, get out of there!" It’s driving them away. They split up on purpose when Mr. Willie passed between them goes to the warehouse. He noticed that Mr. Willie's eyes were widening when it saw the corpse of the students. Still trembling, it pointed at the corpse and then turned its gaze to them in obvious disbelief.

No matter how boring a car looked, it would attract attention simply because driving to such a location at such a late hour wasn’t something normal people did. She sucked in a deep breath, hoping that Caleb would not look further. In no time at all, she arrived at the warehouse. The grimy smell filled her nose, and she resisted the urge to gag. Mold had long taken over the property after long years of neglect. It was a miracle that the government had yet to tear down the place, especially since it hadn’t been in use for at least more than a decade. Amelia slowly stepped out of the car, her hands discreetly patting her pockets where she had hidden a weapon. Matteo had insisted she brought one