The Cellar

By Christina Neely

The first night Thomas spent in his new house was eventful from the screaming and moaning to objects being banged together. There was only one explanation: The house was haunted.

As Thomas explores the town he meets the beautiful Jane who tells him the story of the young girl who disappeared in that very house.

After discovering the other children fear him he realizes in order to make new friends he will have to exorcise the ghost, but will he survive?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christina Neely
• Release date: Feb 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301384334

Christina Neely

Christina first discovered her love for writing and reading in middle school. She wrote several short stories for the enjoyment of her friends and family. After receiving a bachelor’s degree from Robert Morris University, she began a career in writing. Christina currenly resides near Youngstown with her sister, Stephanie, and her dogs and cats.Author of:The Golden Staff Saga: The Pillar of Light

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The Cellar

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Copyright 2013 Christina Neely

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The house loomed in front of me like a lion standing over its prey. The white paint was cracked and peeling it covered every inch of the old house, many of the formerly black shudders loosely clung by a single hinge…it had seen better days.

Tall weeds grew in the yard suggesting it had been several weeks since the lawn had been tended to. I still didn’t know why my father had accepted a job in this small town, but he did so here I was standing, still clinging to a box, in front of the old house that I now had to call home.

Thomas hurry up and take that inside my mother called being sure to cover the microphone on her Bluetooth, she didn’t want the client to hear.

Yeah Yeah, I grumbled under my breath walking up the moss covered stone steps.

Inside, the house was dark despite it being the middle of the day. A strange odor found its way inside my nostrils as I entered the foyer most likely from being closed up for so long.

The old steps creaked under my weight as I started up the stairs, the first time I went upstairs I thought they were going to collapse, but now I came to expect the creaking.

Like the rest of the house my room