This story dates back to the mid 1800's around the Gold Rush days when everyone had gold fever running through their veins. The town where it all happened was a little town called Clantondale and Tom Barkley had the gold fever like no one else. He didn't have many friends or even a pretty lady to keep him company. All Tom thought about was striking it rich and keeping it all to himself.
Tom got lucky a few times just to keep his gold fever going, but it wouldn't be long before his gold fever would run out for good. Tom's luck got better, but at a high price. He just couldn't get enough. The more he got, the greedier he got, and more violent he became. Booze and gold was a bad mixture for Tom. Tom started spying on other prospectors and decided if he could knock them off just as they found the gold, he could take all their gold and no one would ever find out.
Tom really liked the idea of not having to prospect. Why not let someone else find the gold, and just kill them and run off with the gold. But it wasn't long before some other prospector caught Tom in his dirty tricks and decided to set him up and knock him off. Tom Watson and his friend lured Tom Barkley to an abandoned mine shaft and told him there was lots of gold and they would share it with him.
People would make fun of Dracs Funeral Home because it was small and musty inside and the cemetery wasn't well kept either. This really made old man Wethers upset so the old man was forced to shut the funeral home down. Dracs Funeral Home was the only one in town so there was no other funeral home to bury their loved ones.
One day when old man Wethers was cleaning one of the tombstones at Dracs Funeral Home a hearse came speeding by and ran right over old man Wethers, killing him instantly.
The next day Bill's friend Steve Kliner the scientist brought his testing equipment to test the lake water. Bill said "Steve how long do you think it will take to find out what the cause of this green substance is?"
Steve answered, "I should know something this evening when I run all the tests?"
"Sounds Great," replied Bill.
Bill had no idea the chemicals that Steve was about to pour into the lake would unleash something evil that had been lying dormant for fifty years at the bottom of the lake.
The demon Azazel will stop at nothing to collect more souls, but his greed results in an abomination more powerful than he imagined: The Unnamed. Now he must survive their wrath or be permanently eliminated.
Haedyn has always known she was different, and not just because she’s blind and an orphan. Her pale skin and deep red eyes make her an outcast. But when the orphanage is attacked, she discovers the truth – she’s the last Unnamed, an abomination marked for death.
Now, she must find a way to survive in a world where she doesn’t belong.
The Unnamed is a short story prequel to The Haedyn Chronicles. If you like your urban fantasy on the dark side and filled with edge-of-your-seat suspense, then you’ll love The Unnamed.
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The Haedyn Chronicles are:
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Mr. Patterson’s dream was to stumble upon a mad scientist’s laboratory in the lower level of the castle. His wife told Jim, “I’ll check the upstairs rooms and you explore the creepy dungeon,” said Kathy with a chuckle. As Mr. Patterson was exploring the lower level of the castle he felt chills go up and down his spine. When all of a sudden his dream was about to come true a door painted black with an etching of a skull and cross bones. He said to himself, “Oh my! Could this be a dream come true.” Jim was so excited he said, “If there’s a laboratory behind this door, I will be able to pretend I’m a mad scientist and perform Dr. Frankenstein experiments. Jim started laughing like he was a mad scientist. His dream would eventually come true but at a high cost. There was a black shadow figure lurking inside this room waiting to possess the unlucky soul that dare venture into this room of evil. Jim tried to turn the door knob, but it was locked. He decided to ask the realtor on the phone about the black door after he was through looking over all the areas of the castle.
Then one day when Johnny West and two of his closest friends decided they were going to find the gold that the outlaws hid in the dilapidated mansion even if it took them all night to find the gold. Johnny said to his two friends "get your flashlights and sleeping bags. It's going to be a long night."
"Johnny, what makes you think we are the chosen ones to find the gold, said David." "Have you already forgotten I'm one of the descendants of one of the outlaws named Saddle Strap Watson that hid the gold in the dilapidated mansion. “I'll bring Saddle Strap Watson's shovel and pickaxe for good luck. All right everyone, let's meet down at the mansion around 6 pm and we'll cover the grounds to see if the gold is somewhere on the property before we go inside the mansion. Johnny and the boys were checking the grounds of the mansion for any signs of gold.
Two years after its publication, The Exorcist was, of course, turned into a wildly popular motion picture, garnering ten Academy Award nominations. On opening day of the film, lines of the novel’s fans stretched around city blocks. In Chicago, frustrated moviegoers used a battering ram to gain entry through the double side doors of a theater. In Kansas City, police used tear gas to disperse an impatient crowd who tried to force their way into a cinema. The three major television networks carried footage of these events; CBS’s Walter Cronkite devoted almost ten minutes to the story. The Exorcist was, and is, more than just a novel and a film: it is a true landmark.
Purposefully raw and profane, The Exorcist still has the extraordinary ability to disturb readers and cause them to forget that it is “just a story.” Published here in this beautiful fortieth anniversary edition, it remains an unforgettable reading experience and will continue to shock and frighten a new generation of readers.
Johnny's tales were about to run out because his classmates were starting to doubt his tales were really true. Johnny's tales were about to be put to the test by his classmates. Just as class was over, one of Johnny's classmates blocked Johnny at the door from leaving and asked Johnny after school to meet him at the football field with some of the other classmates who wanted to hear his latest tale. Johnny was so excited and told him he would be there and this will be a tale they won't ever forget. The boy was laughing under his breath, saying I'm sure it will be your best. The boy told Johnny he thought the story would be even creepier if it was told at dark, around a campfire. Johnny said that sounds even better, I'll be ready.
Johnny had no idea it was all a setup and he was about to be the laughing stock of the school. Johnny showed up as planned. The fire was burning and his classmates were standing around the fire anticipating the next big story. Johnny was about midway into his story when his classmates started telling him the stories were all made up and they had proof because they had secretly videotaped his last visit to an old abandoned house where Johnny told off on himself, how he made all the stories up.
Johnny just froze and felt so ashamed and knew they wouldn't want anything to do with him after that, but his classmates said to Johnny, “If you want to regain your popularity with us you must stay the night at Worley Manor dig for the treasure and bring it to the school to show proof. Then we all will forget about the little prank you played on us all.” Johnny had a lump in his throat and did not want to be the laughing stock of the school, so he agreed to their demands.
“Good Omens . . . is something like what would have happened if Thomas Pynchon, Tom Robbins and Don DeLillo had collaborated. Lots of literary inventiveness in the plotting and chunks of very good writing and characterization. It’s a wow. It would make one hell of a movie. Or a heavenly one. Take your pick.”—Washington Post
According to The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (the world's only completely accurate book of prophecies, written in 1655, before she exploded), the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. Just before dinner.
So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing, Atlantis is rising, frogs are falling, tempers are flaring. Everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except a somewhat fussy angel and a fast-living demon—both of whom have lived amongst Earth's mortals since The Beginning and have grown rather fond of the lifestyle—are not actually looking forward to the coming Rapture.
And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist . . .
“It's been ten lonely years with a bunch of botched experiments that seem to go nowhere. I thought I'd give it one more shot. Then all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. I said to Gregor, "Who could that be? No one has been at my castle since my beautiful wife Josette left me on that stormy night. I pleaded with her to stay, but she had all she could take and slammed the door behind her and left without saying goodbye. I know she was very hurt by me neglecting her, but I really thought this experiment would bring us wealth beyond our wildest dreams. Enough self pity, I better go see who is at the door. I wish you could talk to me Gregor, but you always do as I ask and I am grateful for your loyalty,” said Dr. Van Lewton.
Dr. Van Lewton was somewhat hesitant to answer the door, but he was excited to have a visitor. Dr. Van Lewton opened the door and tears flowed down his cheeks. He tried his best to hold back the tears, but they just kept flowing. Dr. Van Lewton said to his visitor, "Is that you Josette, is that you, please come in. I must be dreaming."
The visitor placed her hands on his cheeks wiping away his tears saying, "It is I, Josette, your wife, I'm coming home."
They embraced and their lips touched and the tears flowed down their cheeks.
Dr. Van Lewton said to Josette, "Please forgive me for what I have done. If you decide to stay, I promise things will be different, I won't neglect you like I did in the past."
They embraced and kissed one more time.
Dr. Van Lewton yelled out Gregor's name saying "Gregor! Gregor! Come here. I want you to meet our visitor."
Dr. Van Lewton was so excited he forgot Gregor couldn't hear a word he said. Dr. Van Lewton said, "Wait right here Josette, I'll go get Gregor, my caretaker and assistant. I want you to meet him.” Dr. Van Lewton went down in the laboratory to get Gregor to come upstairs to meet his beautiful wife, Josette. Dr. Van Lewton wrote down on paper what he wanted to tell Gregor as he has always done. Gregor was so excited for Dr. Van Lewton. He knew this would make the doctor a very happy man. Dr. Van Lewton wrote on a piece of paper introducing his lovely wife Josette to Gregor. The note said, "Gregor this is my beautiful wife, Josette, she has come back to me and she wants to stay," said Dr. Van Lewton.
Gregor bowed in front of Josette, showing that it was an honor to meet her.
"Why isn't Gregor speaking?" said Josette.
"Gregor was born a deaf mute, but he has been a great help with my experiments," said Dr. Van Lewton.
"That's a shame, does he have any family?" said Josette.
"No, he just showed up cleaning one day at the grounds of the castle and I asked him his name, but got no response. He made hand gestures and pointed at his mouth, that's when I knew he couldn't talk, so I pointed at the castle for him to follow me inside. Gregor followed me to the castle and we went inside my study. I had Gregor sit down at my desk and write his name and everything about him and why he was cleaning the castle grounds. He wrote on the piece of paper, my name is Gregor, and I live in the forest behind the castle and feed off the land. I have no family, but I've always dreamed of living in a castle but I was afraid to ask if you needed a caretaker for the castle grounds. I just kept to myself until that terrible day when Josette left on that stormy night.
The next morning, I got the courage to come to your castle in hopes you could use me as your caretaker. I felt sorry for Gregor and gladly took him in and haven't regretted it for one moment. Now that I've introduced Gregor to you, Josette, I don't know about you both, but I'm famished. Why don't we go into the dining room and I'll have my butler Geston fix up a lovely meal with some wine to celebrate Josette's return."
They all sat down at the table and had a feast and Dr. Van Lewton and Josette talked about their lost ten years of being apart from one another and how it affected each other’s lives. Dr. Van Lewton and Josette agreed on one thing that they were both unhappy being apart from each other for so long.
"Josette if you're finished with your meal, I would like to get you settled into your room and when we both feel comfortable with each other’s company we can share a room together and even start a family of our own. How does that sound to you, Josette?” said Dr. Van Lewton.
"That sounds wonderful to me. Its best we start out things slow since we've been apart for so long," said a happy Josette.
Josette asked Dr. Van Lewton to be excused from the dinner table to freshen up before they took a stroll through the castles grounds and do some catching up on lost time.
"Josette, I'll be in my study finishing up some paper work. When you're ready meet me in the study, I'll drop what I'm doing and we'll go for a long stroll through the castle grounds," said Dr. Van Lewton.
Josette gave Dr. Van Lewton a kiss and Josette said,” I'll see you shortly my darling."
Dr. Van Lewton went to his study to write down his latest notes on his recent experiment. Josette arrived in his study about twenty minutes later in a stunning black dress. "Darling, are you ready, said Josette."
"Josette, you take my breath away in that dress," said Dr. Van Lewton.
Dr. Van Lewton got up from his desk, went over to Josette and put his arm around her and said, "Let’s go for a long walk and catch up on things."
Dr. Van Lewton wrote on a piece of paper telling Gregor to keep an eye on the castle while Josette and I go for a walk.
Gregor wrote on a piece of paper "Okay, Doctor! It will be my pleasure. You and Josette take your time. I'll be down in the lab preparing for the next experiment."
Dr. Van Lewton and Josette were enjoying each other’s company and catching up on lost time. Dr. Van Lewton suggested they go for a ride in his carriage. As they were sharing a long awaited kiss, a strong wind came by and the driver of the carriage lost control sending the carriage down a ravine. When Josette and Dr. Van Lewton regained consciousness, Josette screamed out "darling your hand, your hand it's gone."
Nick sent the invitation by way of one of his henchmen on horseback. The henchman arrived a few days later and knocked on Drac Von Stoller's castle door. The rain was intense with a lot of thunder. The door opened, and Drac Von Stoller's servant answered, and said, 'May I help you?"
"Yes, I was sent by Nick Maundrell to deliver this invitation to Drac Von Stoller," replied Nick's henchman.
Drac's servant said, "I'll see that Drac Von Stoller receives the invitation."
Drac's servant entered Drac Von Stoller's study to deliver the invitation. The servant said,"Drac, I have an invitation that was just delivered by Nick Maundrell's henchman."
Drac placed his hand out, and the servant placed the invitation in Drac's hand, and Drac opened the invitation, and read it out loud.
"Nick has invited me over to his castle for dinner tomorrow evening to celebrate our friendship and the takeover of the world."
Drac was excited to see his good friend Nick once again, but Drac's excitement about spending some time with his friend tomorrow evening would be short lived.
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Aiden Bishop knows the rules. Evelyn Hardcastle will die every day until he can identify her killer and break the cycle. But every time the day begins again, Aiden wakes up in the body of a different guest at Blackheath Manor. And some of his hosts are more helpful than others. With a locked room mystery that Agatha Christie would envy, Stuart Turton unfurls a breakneck novel of intrigue and suspense.
For fans of Claire North, and Kate Atkinson, The 71⁄2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle is a breathlessly addictive mystery that follows one man's race against time to find a killer, with an astonishing time—turning twist that means nothing and no one are quite what they seem.
From the author of The Devil and the Dark Water, Stuart Turton delivers inventive twists in a thriller of such unexpected creativity it will leave readers guessing until the very last page.
"Pop your favorite Agatha Christie whodunnit into a blender with a scoop of Downton Abbey, a dash of Quantum Leap, and a liberal sprinkling of Groundhog's Day and you'll get this unique murder mystery. The twisting, cleverly—written debut . . ." — Harper's Bazaar, 10 New Books to Add to Your Reading List in 2018
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While her husband Baron de Graff was out hunting the Baroness Dorabella and the ground keeper were upstairs rolling under the covers making passionate love together. But the love making was lasting long enough for Baron de Graff to arrive home early and catch Dorabella and the grounds keeper in the act and being that the Baron was jealous would push him over the edge to have them both killed.The Baron was furious at what he just witnessed and told them both to get out of bed and head straight to the dungeon where they both could die together. The Baron, two of his servants escorted Baroness Dorabella and the groundskeeper to the dungeon to be tortured to death.
It read: "Whosoever desecrates Richard Valence III's final resting place, will surely die!!" Henry laughed it off, "Hogwash! Some children probably wrote those words and made up a story so the townspeople would think the cemetery was haunted. They probably thought it would give them some kind of entertainment since there wasn't much excitement in this little town called 'Vampinstein.'
“Legend has it that the town's name was changed to Vampinstein after an experiment went very wrong by a mad doctor called Dr. Lufenstein. According to one of the old townspeople, Dr. Lufenstein's experiments survived the fire. They were supposedly kept hidden in the home of a prominent Freemason and later passed down to a grand mason, to be locked in a vault in some unknown location. It is said that Dr. Lufenstein wanted to make a Vampire/Frankenstein-being with super human strength that would do whatever he commanded. He would call this being 'Vampinstein.'”
Keywords: Sci Fi. Science Fiction. Speculative Fiction. Space Opera. Fiction. Short Fiction. Twelve Worlds. Series. Gary Sapp. Nest Egg Publishing.
Karen Viselli and John Deadman were curious about the Legend of the Talbot family's misfortune surrounding the game Planchette that became a family tradition on stormy nights. But their family tradition was about to take a tragic turn for the worse that would cause each family member to have to pay with their own lives for conjuring up a demonic presence.
Karen and John were both determined to find the Planchette game that was used at the Talbot's Mansion, but no one has ever been able to find where the game may have been hidden all of those years.
These memoirs are my confessions, my diary. I'm not proud of everything I've done, or of all the decisions I've had to make, but I stand by them; nothing in here is sugarcoated.
This first volume covers my beginnings. From my first hapless confrontation with a monster to my efforts to destroy the foul veil of innocence; it's all in here.
This ebook is a novella (~36k words)
Contains strong language.
Locked behind bars for three years, Shadow did his time, quietly waiting for the magic day when he could return to Eagle Point, Indiana. A man no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring, all he wanted was to be with Laura, the wife he deeply loved, and start a new life.
But just days before his release, Laura and Shadow’s best friend are killed in an accident. With his life in pieces and nothing to keep him tethered, Shadow accepts a job from a beguiling stranger he meets on the way home, an enigmatic man who calls himself Mr. Wednesday. A trickster and a rogue, Wednesday seems to know more about Shadow than Shadow does himself.
Life as Wednesday’s bodyguard, driver, and errand boy is far more interesting and dangerous than Shadow ever imagined—it is a job that takes him on a dark and strange road trip and introduces him to a host of eccentric characters whose fates are mysteriously intertwined with his own.
After the funeral the Countess York immediately called the attorney's office to get on with the reading of the will. The countess even showed up early for the reading, continually knocking on the attorney's door asking, are you done yet? She also frantically paced back and forth by the door. Finally, the door opened and the countess burst inside and sat down in front of the attorney's desk and said "let's get on with it. I haven't got all day." The attorney replied "since there are no living relatives left but you, everything has been left to you." The Countess York replied "where do I sign." The countess signed the legal documents and gathered her things, went back to the estate to clear her husband’s things out of the closet, when she spotted a fairly large box. The countess opened the box in amazement, of what she had just found. "It's a crown of jewels. This must be worth a fortune, said the countess." It was her wicked grandmother's crown.
One thing that slipped the countesses mind was that the crown was cursed by a gypsy woman that was slain by her father to cover up the affair they were having. Just before he slit his mistress throat, she put a curse on the crown of jewels, that if anyone would dare to put on the crown, they will surely die.
As Santa was climbing down the chimney he climbed down one he should have passed by. This chimney happened to be Castle Drac Von Stoller’s and the Count was in no mood for any visitors, but Santa had no idea he was climbing down the chimney of a blood sucking vampire.
Just as Santa was dusting off the ash from the chimney from his suit Count Drac Von Stoller’s eyes were blazing red staring right at Santa.
Santa said, “Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!”
Count Drac Von Stoller replied, “What are you doing in my castle uninvited?”
Santa chuckled and said “It’s Christmas Eve, and I brought gifts to place under the tree for you and your family to open on Christmas Day.”
The Count said, “Look into my eyes?”
The following morning he was going to tell his Uncle Sam today would be his last day to work at the diner. Charlie broke the news to his Uncle Sam but Sam was hurt that Charlie wanted to leave the family business. Sam said "Charlie, why do you want to leave? Haven't we paid you well and gave you all the free meals and a nice place to stay." Charlie answered "Please don't make this difficult for us both. I'm not happy here anymore. I just feel that it's time for me to move on besides I'm a man now and I need to take care of my own self and start my own diner. I hope you understand Uncle." Sam replied "Yes, I do understand I just wanted to believe you would just work here the rest of your life like I have, but sometimes leaving the family business is for the best. When you open your new diner, Charlie could I please come by and see what wonderful things you have done." "Sure, Uncle Sam, you'll be the first person I call. Now Uncle come over and give me a big hug, wish me luck." “Okay, Charlie! You take good care of yourself and don't forget to call me when the diner is finished," said Uncle Sam. "Don't worry Uncle Sam you'll love my new diner. Now tell everyone it's been a pleasure working here. Now I've got to get to the bank and take out a small loan to cover some of the construction costs for the new diner," said Charlie. "Charlie, why don't you let me give you the money you need to cover the remaining construction costs," said uncle Sam. "No, I appreciate your kindness but I need to do this all alone just like you did when you started your diner," said Charlie. "Well alright, we'll be talking soon Charlie," said Uncle Sam.
Charlie's diner was up and running ready to give his Uncle Sam's diner a run for their money. In reality Charlie's was a flop compared to his Uncle Sam's diner, but that was to be expected since Uncle's diner had been there for over twenty years now. Charlie was working longer hours than he expected to make a profit. Charlie started getting depressed and drinking more than he should.
Then one night when all of his customers were gone, Charlie sat down at one of the tables eating a ham sandwich because that's all he could afford since his diner was losing so much money. Charlie could barely pay his rent on time and there was no extra money to spend on himself. Charlie went back in the kitchen to make a fresh batch of chili for the next day since that was one of his best dishes but that wasn't saying much. As Charlie was stirring his chili, he paused for a moment thinking as hard as he could to think of some way to drum up more business and bring Uncle Sam's diner customers to his place instead. Then entered a man dressed in a black trench coat with a black hat and dark glasses.
Charlie said to the stranger "can't you see the place is closed for the night." The stranger responded "that's not why I'm here. I am here because I want to make a deal with you." Charlie said "Is this some kind of a joke or something?" "This is no joke!" said the stranger. "Okay, what kind of a deal could you possibly want to make with me because I'm not selling the diner. I just need a way to bring in more customers that's all," said Charlie. "If you will just be quiet for a moment I'll tell you what I'm offering. Number one I don't want to buy you out. What I have to offer you will bring in more customers than you could dream about," said the stranger.
Ellen Leonard is feeling both free and empty. Just out of a two-year relationship, she decides a trip to Ireland could be the perfect opportunity to shake off her lethargy and also reassert her independence.
But as she settles in at a remote cottage in the Irish countryside and her days take on a comfortable routine, Ellen begins to discover that sometimes things that go bump don’t always do it just in the night.
“Under the Hill” also features a sneak peek at two of Sheila’s newest books, Relatively Dead and Picked to Die. And watch for An Early Wake, the third book in the County Cork Mystery Series, coming in February!
Everything was going well until Beelzebub was feeling lonely and wanted companionship. Beelzebub asked the Devil "Is there any way you could create someone to keep me company while I enjoy this Hell you have created." "If this will make Hell better for you then so be it. I will make a female as your companion. I will name her Mania, which means Goddess of Hell. She will bare demon children for you both to bring up in this Hell I have created for you. Now go into Hell and have yourselves a Hell of a time," said the Devil.
“Johnny,” his father said sternly, “I've got something to tell you that has been a secret to only our family. Whatever I tell you doesn't leave this room, or there will be grave consequences. The only way that this can be official is by a contract signed with your blood and sealed in the family crypt. Then I will show you.” Johnny adored his father and was proud to be a part of a family that was full of mystery, but he was always curious about why there was a secret past. Johnny sliced his finger with the Witch finder General's knife. The knife was used on some of the witches when the Witch finder General would go on his hunts. In 17th century Europe, witchcraft was at its height. Johnny signed the agreement.
"Now that this is taken care of,” said his father, “Let's head on down to the family crypt."
Johnny's Father placed the signed agreement in an iron safe and locked the door.
"Okay, Johnny, have a seat next to Bartholomew.”
"Who is Bartholomew?” Johnny asked.
"Well, let me tell you all about him. He’s an ancestor of our family that dates back to the 17th century. He was known as the Witch finder General during the reign of witches in central Europe. He was a good man that hated witches. It became an obsession of his until he met up with a witch named Sarah who he tortured, hung, and burned at the stake. The very knife that you cut your finger with is the same knife your ancestor Bartholomew used to cut witches to see what color their blood was. This story I'm about to tell you is a love story turned deadly.
"This place has to be about two-hundred years old," Kevin said.
He wasn't about to leave. Something was drawing him to this place. Kevin tried each window and finally found one that was open and told Mary to follow him inside. Mary refused since she thought they were trespassing. Kevin shrugged it off and climbed through the window. Just as he climbed in, dark clouds rolled in and rain came pouring down upon the house.
"Mary, get inside before you get soaking wet,” Kevin urged.
When Mary heard the thunder and the lightning, she didn't hesitate to enter the house. She grabbed hold of Kevin's arm, clinging for dear life, as he pulled her fragile body through the window. The place was dark and gloomy with an eerie presence about it.
"Mary, stay right here. I'll find us some light and a blanket to keep you warm so we can get a better look at the place."
Kevin was able to find an old lantern to light their way through the rest of the house. As Kevin and Mary looked the room over Mary approached a painting on the wall. Mary said "Kevin come over here and look at this." As Kevin approached the painting with the lantern shining bright all of a sudden his eyes were fixated on the old Sea Captain’s eyes in the painting. Then as he gazed deeper and deeper into the old Sea Captain’s eyes, Kevin became in a trance like state and started acting differently. He was not the same Kevin that he was just minutes before he stared into the old Sea Captain’s eyes in the painting. Mary said "Look, There is a name at the bottom of the painting that says Captain Bobby Jones with a date from 1845-1901.
"Mary, let's go explore the rest of the house," said Kevin.
Delbert said "They're not going to get my money.”
Delbert ran inside his house and got his rifle out of his gun cabinet and sat back down in his rocking chair ready to kill anyone that tried to get his money. Delbert was really paranoid about his money under his mattress. He never believed in keeping his money in the bank. The teens made their way to the steps of his house and one of the teens Dan asked if they could use his phone to get a tow truck for their broken down vehicle.
Delbert replied, "You aint coming in my house and taking my money, can't you read the sign "No Trespassing!"
Dan asked "Come on let us use your phone?"
Delbert rose up out of his rocking chair and pointed his rifle at Dan's chest and said "Get off my property!!"
"Listen dude we mean no harm," exclaimed Dan.
Then Delbert said "I warned you all," and opened fire killing Dan instantly.
The other teenagers started running for their lives, but Delbert was a good shot and never missed. Delbert was able to take down the other two teens with a single shot to the head.