{"product_id":"anderson3","title":"Haunted Secrets: Tales of the Anderson House Vol. 3","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-italic\"\u003eListen to a sample here:\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ciframe width=\"400\" height=\"75\" src=\"https:\/\/drive.google.com\/file\/d\/1TH6GSuJPFACSmmUdpIIxGBMRxqo__0no\/preview\"\u003e\u003c\/iframe\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e🗣 Professionally Narrated by Thom Bowers\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00000;\" class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003eGetting into the Anderson House is easy. Leaving is the hard part…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00000;\" class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\n\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN\"\u003eBehind a high stone wall on Berkley Street, an old mansion waits with its gate unlatched and its windows dark. The dead inside are bored, curious, and endlessly patient. And they are always glad of company.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN\"\u003eExperience the chilling tales of a horror novelist who finally gets the proof he spent twenty years chasing, a grieving widower whose secondhand opera glasses show him nothing but the dead, and a strange man who cannot be hurt by ghosts and is seeking their help.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-bottom: 24.0pt;\"\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN\"\u003eHaunted Secrets: Tales of the Anderson House Vol. 3\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN\"\u003e collects seven chilling tales where curiosity is the most dangerous thing a visitor can carry through the gate. Step inside and see how far the house lets you go. Not everyone who knocks walks back out. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-bottom: 24.0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN\"\u003eGrab your copy now!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%; height: 137.157px;\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e91 pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e3 hours and 39 minutes\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Tenor Sans',sans-serif;\"\u003eThe House Across the Street\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe scrutinized the front of the house, noting the high, narrow windows and corner towers. The place looked like a mansion in an old horror movie. It had a reputation for being haunted, but any house that looked like it would get a spooky reputation. Louis had always been skeptical about that kind of thing. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSomeone moved at a third-floor window, and Louis felt a little thrill of excitement. He recalled that the house belonged to the Ryan family, but he had not had any dealings with them. In fact, he wasn’t clear how many people lived there. He occasionally saw a bald, tough-looking man leaving or arriving in an old, beat-up sedan. Sometimes, there were visitors. He adjusted the focus of the glasses and concentrated on the window.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe figure appeared again. This time, he made them out more clearly. A woman, he thought, in a white dress with long sleeves. She was still out of focus, though. Louis was frustrated that he couldn’t get a clear look at her face. It was fanciful, perhaps, but he felt she might be beautiful. There was something about the way she stood peering out of the window that suggested a romantic heroine.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Silly old fool,” he chuckled. “Imagining all kinds of things.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e***\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThat night, before bed, he studied the Anderson House. It took nearly ten minutes for the white-clad figure to appear. This time, she was at a window directly above the front door. Louis got the impression that she was staring straight across the street at him, but that was absurd. Nobody with normal eyesight could make him out at that distance. Or could they? \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe raised one arm and waved.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e***\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIt was nearly eleven before Louis worked up the courage to cross the street. He took the opera glasses with him. He had the vague thought that they might helpfully react to the Anderson House. As he made his way up the drive, he kept a lookout for watchers, mortal or otherwise. But there was no sign of life, not even a hint of birdsong. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe paused in front of the front door. Waiting, hoping, listening. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe door swung open. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Lynda?” he whispered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe saw movement in the gloom within the foyer. The woman in white danced gracefully across his field of view with her arms raised. A playful parody of a ballerina. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Lynda!”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLouis ran into the house. The dancing woman had disappeared. But no, now she was somehow at the top of the stairs, beckoning gracefully. The poor light made it difficult for Louis to make out her face. He raised the opera glasses, but before he could focus on her, the woman had turned her head away. Louis raced to the staircase and began to climb, his heart pounding. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Lynda, is that you?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe reached the second floor and looked around, leaning against the banister to catch his breath. There was nobody in sight, but a door was open at the end of a corridor to his right. He set off, wheezing a little, and feeling every minute of his sixty-eight years. But he’d only gone a few paces when the door swung closed. He stopped, frustrated, now sure that he was being played with.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Please, if it is you, just talk to me,” he cried. “I’ve missed you so much!”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eStifled laughter came from behind him. He spun around to see the woman in white standing at the entrance of the left-hand corridor. But now she was close enough for him to make out her features. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":54829705888023,"sku":"9798894762746","price":5.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":54829705920791,"sku":"ah3e","price":3.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":54829705953559,"sku":"ah3","price":5.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/WEB_AndersonHousevol.3_FF.jpg?v=1787918197","url":"https:\/\/scarestreet.com\/products\/anderson3","provider":"Scare Street","version":"1.0","type":"link"}