Rory” I whispered. Clawing out gently beneath the duvet cover, reaching for his hand. But I couldn’t find it. And he didn’t answer.

It’s this place. Whatever darkness came to the island, it’s here to stay. Stick around long enough and it gets inside your skin, into your cells, like an infection.

The air in the room was so cold, the exposed flesh of his face felt like ice. “I’ll be the first person to get frostbite in a house sleeping several feet from a roaring fire.

I’m going to have to kiss you, McIntire.

Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.

She cursed under her breath. Eddie watched the EBs react, the younger ones recoiling with silent gasps.”Better watch your language. There are children present. I think you’re freaking them out.””Sure, I’m the one freaking them...

Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He sent her a wink, a devilish one, the same one he no doubt used to sear the panties off his dates.

Jessica’s hand flew to her mouth. If she had any doubt, the next entry settled it.She read on, cool beads of sweat trickling down the back of her neck, hardly daring to breathe as the...

Galton was a world renowned anthropologist back in the nineteenth century, though he was a big overshadowed by his cousin, Charles Darwin.

I am.”

The stinging slap against her cheek whipped her head sideways. Her hand reflexively went to her burning face.”I told you no,” Tobe said, barely above a whisper.Daphne had no words. He’d never so much as...

Dear Miranda Silver,This house is bigger than you know! There are extra floors, with lots of people in them. They are looking people. They look at you, and they never move. We do not like...

He drew in an answering breath, and she waited to hear the quip, the joke, the dab of levity for the most intense moment they’d ever shared. But he only dropped his head into the...

She fished a gum wrapper and pen from her bag and wrote down her number. “I’d like to stay friends with you and Jason. That’s my cell number. You can call me any time you...

He asked, looking at her dark-rimmed eyes, “You do not sleep?”She shivered. “No. I do not want to sleep any more. I sleep too much already. It is so cold, where Quincy sends me in...

I have all night.

It was one thing to talk about ghosts, quite another to have them messing around with things in the physical world.

One day that’s going to fall on us and spear you through the heart,” he said. I turned to kiss him on the shoulder and closed my eyes.

Oh, really?” He smiled down at her.

Which grave are we in?” she said.”The oldest.” She felt Eddie’s puzzlement.”That can’t be possible. He looks like he was just buried.””There must be something at work in the chemistry of the island that’s preserving...

I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood.

You Sure this is it?” I said. “It looks empty.””Empty? No way, there’s loads of shit in there,” worm replied

You told us this place was haunted. How haunted is it?”Paul cast a quick glance at the house. “I’m not sure. When they found the bodies twenty years ago, the place became off-limits. That was...

These were the things we would never notice were missing.

Every small town has at least one house the children whisper about; the type of house that has always been abandoned; where the once pristine white paint has faded to a grimy gray; where the...

Yeah, I get it. I’ll be cool as a well digger’s ass.”He jumped when the front door slammed shut, the harsh bang echoing around the trees.Mitch shook his head. “That well digger must be working...

The diamonds glinted under the glare of the chandelier and they looked like a thousand spider eyes

Joey glanced at his alarm clock and saw it was just before midnight. His eyes drifted to his bookshelf. Lined up in a row, in the order of their publication, were all of the Spook...

Before they knew it, Ormsby Island would become a paranormal attraction like Waverly Hills or Houghton Mansion or the Whaley House. The place would be crawling with people anxious to catch a ghost on camera...

The scratching came from the attic. At night, when Rory turned out the light I would lie awake and wait for it to skit, skit, skit lightly across the floorboards above our heads and down...

I have a new nickname for Dottie. She’s now the Crazy Whisperer.

There had stood a great house in the centre of the gardens, where now was left only that fragment of ruin. This house had been empty for a great while; years before his—the ancient man’s—birth....

As she walked to the stairway, he pulled her back with a light tug on her shoulder. “They’re responding to you now.”Turning to face him, she said, “Responding to me? What did I say?””The hallway...