Berkley Street Series: Books 1 to 9 Bundle
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Get 9 horror-packed books, guaranteed to send shivers down your spine with our Berkley Street Series bundle!
An abandoned house. A forgotten evil. Home sweet home...
Shane Ryan returns to his hometown of Nashua, and the childhood memories that have haunted him throughout his life. Something sinister prowls the shadows of his family home. And darkness threatens to destroy all he holds dear.
Twenty years ago, the dark force took Shane's family. They vanished within the halls of their shadowy old house. Now, more relatives have gone missing. But a childhood memory stirs in his mind - a long-forgotten encounter with a sinister presence that has always lurked just out of sight.
To confront this malevolent evil, Shane must peel back the secrets of his former home. His investigation will take him on a journey that challenges everything he thought he knew about himself and his past. But can he banish his demons once and for all?
Or will the darkness consume himā¦
This digital box set contains the complete Berkley Street series. Nine terrifying novels of supernatural horror guaranteed to chill you to the bone.
What people are saying:
āāāāā "Amazing! Stephen King, move over for your successorā¦"Ā
āāāāā "I don't know what author Ron Ripley's nightmares are like, but he certainly knows how to bring on the scares, in every single story"Ā
āāāāā "Twists and turns you don't expect suddenly lurch out to grab you!"Ā
āāāāā "OMG there aren't enough words to describe this author's mind and talent. His character Shane is one of the best I have ever read."Ā
Books Included in the Bundle:
ā Ā Berkley Street (Book 1)
ā The LighthouseĀ (Book 2)
ā The Town of GriswoldĀ (Book 3)
ā Sanford HospitalĀ (Book 4)
ā Kurkow PrisonĀ (Book 5)
ā Lake NutaqĀ (Book 6)
ā Slater MillĀ (Book 7)
ā Borgin KeepĀ (Book 8)
ā Amherst Burial Ground (Book 9)
AUDIO LENGTH | 66 hours and 44 minutes |
NARRATED BY | Thom Bowers |
PHYSICAL COPY | 807 Pages |
PRODUCT DIMENSION |
6 x 0.5 x 9 inches |
ISBN | 9609204000017 |
LANGUAGE | English |
PUBLICATION DATE |
July 27, 2018 |
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CHAPTER 1: SHANE, SEPTEMBER 1ST, 1982
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Shane Ryan had never seen a bigger house.
Their new home looked like a castle, with two towers and tall, narrow windows. Shane counted six chimneys. A pair of giant, thick trees stood on either side of the wide front door. A thick stone wall, nearly as tall as Shaneās father, protected the whole property.
āWhat do you think, kid?ā his father asked as he parked the car in the long driveway.
āIs it a castle?ā Shane asked.
His mother let out a pleased laugh, and his father shook his head.
āNo, kid. The Andersons, well, they were really wealthy. They wanted it to look like a castle on the outside, but on the inside, well, itās a regular house.ā
āOh,ā Shane said, trying not to sound disappointed. āSo no secret passages or anything?ā
āWho knows?ā his mother said, gently slapping his father on the arm. āWho knows?ā
āYeah,ā Shaneās father said, winking at him in the rearview mirror, āWho knows?ā
āCome on,ā Shaneās mother said. āLetās go inside.ā
His father turned the engine off, and Shane dutifully waited for his mother to open the back door of the Cadillac before he got out. The September air was warm and still smelled like summer. Shane saw the grass in the yard was freshly mowed and all of the windows shined. Each gray stone seemed to glow in the sun.
āHow big is the yard?ā Shane asked, looking around.
āWell,ā his father said, following his sonās gaze, āyou could fit eight of our old yards into the front yard.ā
āWow,ā Shane said, turning and looking at the expanse of grass.
āIn the side yard thereās a garden,ā his mother said, āthereās also a pond in the backyard.ā
Shane felt his eyes widen. āA pond?ā
āYup,ā his father said happily. āAnd you know what else, kid?ā
āWhat?ā Shane asked.
āItās full of fish. We can go fishing whenever we want.ā
āWow,ā Shane whispered. āWow.ā
Shaneās parents laughed happily, and he followed them up the front walk. His father took out the house key, unlocked the large door and opened it. Shane stepped into the biggest room he had ever seen.
A huge set of stairs stretched up into darkness, and dim pieces of furniture filled what he realized was a hallway. Close to where Shane stood, a tall grandfather clock ticked away the time.
And behind the tick of the second hand, Shane heard whispers.
Someone whispered in the walls.
CHAPTER 2: SHANE, MARCH 20TH, 2016
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The fan hummed steadily.
Shane sat up in his narrow bed as the cool air dried the sweat on his body. He took long, deep breaths and looked at the clock.
Six in the morning.
He closed his eyes and forced away the last remnants of his nightmares. He reached over to his bed table, took the bottle of whiskey and glass off of it and poured himself a small shot.
Shane drank it quickly and returned them both to their place.
My security blanket, he thought bitterly. He got out of the bed, took the three steps to his bathroom and climbed into the shower. Shane turned on the water and forced himself to stand under it until it warmed up. Finally, with the water tolerable, he scrubbed himself rigorously and then rinsed off.
The bare minimum to get clean and rid himself of the stench of fear and sweat.
Once out of the shower, he dried off and looked at himself in the mirror.
Thin face. Haggard eyes. No hair.
Alopecia areata, he thought, running a hand over his smooth scalp. His pale skin looked sickly in the light of the fluorescent lamp above the mirror.Ā Unexplained hair loss.
Pretty sure I can explain it, Shane thought angrily.
With a shake of his head, he forced himself to focus on his morning routine. He brushed his teeth, went back into his bedroom and got dressed. A pair of jeans and a black tee shirt. Running shoes and a pullover sweatshirt of dark gray. Absently he rolled the wedding band on his ring finger as he walked to his kitchenette.
Oatmeal for breakfast. Strong coffee. Vitamins. A banana and two pieces of rye bread toasted.
No matter how much he ate, though, he wouldnāt get up over one hundred and forty-five pounds.
Tall and thin, he thought.Ā Just like dad.
Shane put his wallet in his pocket, took his phone and his keys, and left his apartment. The noises of the world fell in around him, and he did his best to ignore them. He took his walk alone in the early morning light. The streets were clear of snow, although salt and sand crunched beneath his feet.
Winter had slipped by New Hampshire and snow had been a rare sight. Ice, however, had visited more than once, and the streets were always treated for it.
Shane fought the urge to stop at the Pakiās corner store for a pack of cigarettes, but he walked by. He reached the top of Library Hill, walked around the Soldiers and Sailors Monument, and made his way back to his apartment on Locust Street.
Once inside, he poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and went to his laptop. He powered it up, logged into his work account, and looked to see what needed to be translated.
Among the work emails, he found one from OāConnor Law Associates.
Oh, Jesus, what now? He thought, opening the email.
His heart leaped at what it said.
Dear Mr. Ryan, the email began.
We are pleased to inform you the proceedings regarding your familyās home at 125 Berkley Street have finally finished.
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The house is yours, per your parentsā wishes, and your uncle and aunt have exhausted their financial and legal options.
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Please call my office at your earliest convenience so we might sign the appropriate paperwork and give you the keys to your home.
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Sincerely,
Jeremy OāConnor
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Shane sat back and stared at the email.
The keys to my home.
My home.
Shane leaned forward and jotted the number for the firm down on his notepad.
Now Iāll find them, he told himself, joy and rage twining together in his heart.Ā Now I will find them.
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CHAPTER 3: SHANE, SEPTEMBER 15TH, 1982
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āAre you awake?ā
Shane sat up and turned on his light. His heart beat quickly, and he looked around his large room. The curtains were drawn on the tall windows. His books were lined neatly on his shelves. Legos were scattered across the floor by the old fireplace.
āAre you awake?ā the voice asked again.
Shane twisted around in his bed. Neither his mother nor his father was in his room.
He was alone.
He couldnāt tell where the voice came from. His mouth was dry, so he swallowed, wet his lips with his tongue, and said in a low voice, āIām awake.ā
āGood,ā the voice said.
It came from behind his dresser.
āWhy? Why is it good?ā Shane asked.
āBecause they donāt want you here,ā the voice said. āThey donāt want you. Here.ā
His heart thumped heavily, and he managed to ask, āWho?ā
āDonāt ask,ā the voice said. āI want you here. Iām lonely.ā
Shane tried to speak but couldnāt. The sound of his blood as it rushed through him nearly drowned out his own thoughts. āWhy are you lonely?ā Shane whispered.
āIāve been here a long time. Such a very long time.ā
The bureau started to move, inch by inch, into the room. It swung out slowly from the wall, and a dark shadow appeared.
It took Shane a moment to realize there was a passage in the wall.
A soft scrape slipped out of the darkness, and it was quickly followed by a sigh.
The speaker stepped into the room.
A girl. Perhaps eight or nine.
And dead.
Dead, dead, dead.
She smelled like death, and her skin was shrunken, pulled tight across her bones. Her lips were stretched in a gruesome smile, and long teeth protruded from her yellow jawbone.
āIām lonely,ā she said, stepping into the room. Bits of fabric fell from her ragged, gray dress. Her brown hair was tied back with a faded red bow, and the bones of her feet cracked as she walked. āIām lonely. I want to play.ā
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