{"product_id":"anderson4","title":"Haunted Secrets: Tales of the Anderson House Vol. 4","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\/17DqT2hKA8Roc0HAEqup5ACd54f4eNqAA\/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\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003eFear doesn't die when you do. In the Anderson House, something feeds on it…\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe ghosts of the Anderson House are a strange little family: an old soldier who keeps order, a boy who never got to grow up, and three sisters who killed for fun when they were alive. Between them, they have frightened plenty of the living, and not one of them ever thought the dead could be hunted too.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eDiscover the chilling tales of a creature that lives on fear and finds a house full of ghosts it can feed on forever, a man so terrified of being buried alive that he has a bell wired to his coffin, and a starving violinist who signs a deal in his own blood, only to find the demon who brought it watching from every crowd.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eHaunted Secrets: Tales of the Anderson House Vol. 4\u003c\/em\u003e features seven chilling tales where the fears people carry in life follow them past the grave. Come find out what the dead are afraid of.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhen the ghosts start running, you should too. Grab your copy now!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%;\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003e87 pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003e3 hours and 25 minutes\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\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\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_anderson4\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\" 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_anderson4\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch2 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Tenor Sans',sans-serif;\"\u003eFear Itself\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eThe man’s entrails were spread over and around his torso like the tendrils of a bizarre deep-sea organism. Dora stared in fascination at the spectacle. It brought back memories of the good old days, when she and her sisters had run a boarding house. Then, she looked away from the gloriously spilled guts to the man’s face.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eShe recognized him, and he knew her. She saw recognition in his eyes.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003e“You… evil…!” he croaked, blood dribbling from his mouth as he strove to produce the words.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003e“You can’t be here,” Dora said. “You’re dead and buried. Years ago. Nearly a hundred years, maybe. I forget.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eShe looked around for Daphne and Daisy, but they were in the library, making fun of Thaddeus. She looked back at the disemboweled man. He had gone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eThat was strange.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eShe glanced at the faded carpet in the second-floor hallway and saw no hint of blood or other fluids. Which made sense, if the man had been a ghost.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eBut how could the ghost of a man they had killed so long ago suddenly appear today? That was puzzling. In fact, it was disconcerting. Dora was seldom afraid, but this weird vision came close to scaring her. She decided to tell her sisters what she had seen. Thaddeus was in the library, too, but Dora disregarded the boy. He was reading anyway, and probably too absorbed in the antics of Tom Swift to pay attention to grown-up ghost talk.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003e“That’s strange,” Daisy said after Dora had finished. “I’ve never seen anything like that. I mean, obviously, I think about the people we killed.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003e“Me, too,” Daphne chipped in. “When I’m just staring out at the street, I sometimes think of that hobo we asked to paint the outhouse.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eThe girls giggled. The hobo’s corpse had ended up in the septic tank, minus a few bits and pieces. They had taken nearly a month to torture that one to death, as they reasoned nobody would report him missing. Why hadn’t Dora seen him, or one of the others? There had been so many.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003e“Yes,” Daisy said archly, “but he was sweet on you, wasn’t he? Brought you flowers, wanted to take you out to dinner at that fancy restaurant. After we killed him, didn’t we find he’d bought a cheap ring? What an idiot.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eOf course! Now Dora remembered. Again, it gave her an unaccustomed sense of unease. The man, what had his name been? Jack? John? No, Joe, that was it! Joe Something. He’d worked at a mill or something like that. He’d had to seek cheap lodgings because the workers had been put on part-time hours.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003e“Yes,” she said. “He was an idiot. 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