Evil Entity

By Jennifer Black

Josephine is a young alcoholic in an out of trouble with the law. She has been assigned to stay at the Hanover House, a long abandoned building rumored to have been haunted but has now been transformed into a halfway house for recovering addicts. Josephine then discovers that her new home was once home to one of America's most prolific serial killers and now someone seems to be following in his bloody footsteps.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trellis Publishing
• Release date: Jul 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201795887

Book preview

Sunlight raked its final fingers of light across the porch of an old colonial house. Josephine looked over her shoulder to the cab driving away and hitched her backpack higher on her shoulder. Stretching out her index finger, she pressed the doorbell. Chimes rang through the house. A cheery older woman wearing an apron over a light pink dress opened the door. Her blue eyes sparkled as she gazed at the young woman in front of her.

Dusting flour off of her apron, the woman held out her hands and clasped the young woman’s, Hello! Welcome to Hanover House! I’m Libby.

Josephine. You can call me Jo.

It is lovely to have you here, Jo. A mopey bloodhound nosed past her and sniffed at Jo. Oh, don’t mind old Rupert there. He keeps everyone honest. Libby tousled his ears lovingly. Back in his day, he was one of the top drug dogs in the county. You don’t have any substances on you, do you, dear? No drugs, alcohol? Anything like that?

Jo glanced nervously from the dog to the woman, No.

Wonderful! Here, let’s get you off the porch and up to your room so you can get settled. We eat meals together in the dining room. Breakfast is at seven. Lunch is at one. Dinner is at seven. Better for digestion that way. Everyone here has dealt with some sort of addiction, so don’t you worry about that. You have a good support system here. Libby led her up to the second floor. Wooden stairs with a white handle creaked under their feet. She paused with her hand on the railing, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what was your addiction? Her voice was soft and caring.

Alcohol. Jo looked at her feet. She still had a hard time looking people in the eye. I’ve been clean for a few weeks, but it’s hard when you hang around the same people. I needed a change of scenery.

Well, that is exactly what Hanover House is for. Think of this as your halfway step. Full support and empty livers! Libby continued up the steps.

They walked past a room with the door open. A dark-haired girl sat on a bed. She was painting her nails black. A pair of headphones straddled her head. She glanced up, but didn’t speak. The hallway had warped wooden floors and white walls. Encouraging needlepoint sayings hung on the walls. Jo clutched at her