Haunted Secrets: Tales of Leo Moreland Vol. 2
- Fast Shipping & Easy Delivery
- Safe Transactions
- 30-Day Money Back Guarantee
Listen to a sample here:
š£ Narrated by Thom Bowers
Leo Moreland Returns with More Haunting Talesā¦
Leo Moreland does more than chase shadowsāhe brings solace to tormented souls and those they haunt.
Join Leo as he unravels the chilling consequences of a ghost summoning gone wrong in an abandoned school bathroom, investigates a haunted condominium to uncover a gruesome truth linked to one of the residents, and confronts a malevolent spirit attached to a ring that drives its owner to darkness, revealing the sinister depths of its past.
This exclusive website collection features seven tales that explore the ghostly realms, drawing you into the frightful experiences that have marked Leoās life.Ā
Eager for a haunting that will linger in your memory? Grab your copy of this anthology now and prepare to be engulfed by the shadows of terror.
Ā
PRINT LENGTH | |
AUDIO LENGTH | 3 hours andĀ 45 minutes |
NARRATED BY | Thom Bowers |
PRODUCT DIMENSION | |
ISBN | |
LANGUAGE | English |
PUBLICATION DATE | June 12, 2024 |
Ā
Sabrina Fair
It was just after 9 PM, and the autumn day was done. Mrs. Ledbetter had assembled a small group for the sĆ©ance. There was a young gay couple, Chris and Conor, who were nervous and a little giggly but seemed to accept Sylvia as authentic. Very different was Joe Jackson, a well-groomed retiree of about seventy whose ramrod posture suggested he was ex-military. He seemed skeptical at first, but Sylviaās mannerāwarm but professionalāseemed to allay his doubts.
āI never thought Iād believe in ghosts,ā Jackson admitted. āBut I canāt deny the evidence of my eyes and ears. Thereās something wrong here.ā
āI know!ā Chris exclaimed. āWe got back from a concert the other night and found all our clothes had been taken out of the closet and thrown around. It was like some maniac was trying on our things. So creepy!ā
Sylvia asked the group to sit around Mrs. Ledbetterās kitchen table, and for their host to dim the lights.
āDo we need to hold hands?ā Chris asked.
āOnly if you feel comfortable doing so,ā Sylvia replied. āIt helps a lot but is not vital.ā
There was a moment of silence, then Jackson grunted that it was okay with him. He had seated himself between the two women. With a circle established, Sylvia closed her eyes and leaned back a little. She took some deep breaths and cleared her mind of everyday concerns. The room, the people, and even the darkness were distant, then irrelevant. She could still feel the dry and callused fingers of Jackson to her right, and the softer flesh of Conor to her left. She was alone in the universe but for that human contact.
āIs there a spirit here that wishes to be heard?ā she asked quietly.
There was a distant, dull noise that might have been a door slamming in another apartment.
āIf any spirit wishes to speak to me, please come closer. Make your presence known.ā
This time the thud was closer and more pronounced. Then it came a third time, and the floor vibrated with an impact. One of the young men whispered, āOh my God!ā Somebody, probably Jackson, shushed them.
āWho comes?ā Sylvia asked. āPlease speak if you can.ā
She reached out with her mind but found nothing to grasp. It was odd. Normally, a ghost produced a distinct temperature drop or set the hairs on her arms and neck erect. This time, there was nothing but a faint sense of confusion and melancholy. Another thud rattled crockery in the cupboards.
āTell me your name, spirit!ā Sylvia urged.
The voice that replied was feminine, plaintive, almost a wail of despair.
āSabrina, Sabrinaā¦ā
āSabrina,ā Sylvia repeated. āDid you once live in this place?ā
āNoā¦ no. He brought meā¦ā
This was progress. Sylvia resisted the urge to interrogate the ghost too intensely all at once, but she had to find out if her theory about a collectorās item was true. It would narrow things down.
āWho brought you here, Sabrina? Who brought you to this place?ā
No reply. Instead, there was a sudden, pungent odor. It was unpleasant, a chemical smell that suggested cleaning fluid. Before Sylvia could identify it, the smell faded. Then a kitchen drawer opened, the sound shockingly loud. Cutlery rattled. Sylvia thought of her dream and opened her eyes.
The kitchen was dark, but a faint ray of light from outside was visible under the roller blind. Something was moving out of the light, something that gleamed. Sylvia shouted a warning and jumped up, breaking the circle. Confusion reigned for a moment, with Chris and Conor asking what was wrong. Then the light came on. Jackson was standing at the switch, frowning.
A steak knife hovered just behind Conorās chair. Chris saw it and screamed. The knife fell instantly, its point plunging into a floor tile.
āIt wanted to murder us!ā Chris said, dragging the puzzled Conor to the doorway.
āI donāt think so,ā Sylvia said, though she was a little shaken. āI think Sabrinaāthatās the spiritās nameāI think she wanted to send a message. But sheās confused. Did anyone smell anything unusual?ā
Here's how to get your thrilling new book!
- Payment confirmed: You're ready for the next step.
- Check your email: Look for an email from BookFunnel.
- Download to your device: Click the download link and follow the instructions on how to download and transfer the book.
- Start reading or listening: Now you're ready to dive into your new chilling book!
See you in the shadows! š»