Sinister Faces in the Dark

By Annie James

Our new house is haunted by a vengeful poltergeist, but no one will believe me.

I really liked this girl, and I thought we had a connection. So why did she never call?

The power goes out in the Alpha Fraternity house, but some deadly secrets are about to come to light.

It was an innocent prank, I never expected this would happen.

Mom left me this cabin in her will; everyone says it has been owned by my family for several generations, so how come I never knew about this place?

Yesterday I was just a sales rep at a mid-sized company--now I have just 24 hours to kill a coven of vampires and save my girlfriend.

A collection of short scary stories about brushes with some of the paranormal and sinister forces that stalk our world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Annie James
• Release date: Dec 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005660543

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Annie James

Sinister Faces in the Dark

Copyright © 2020 by Annie James

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Contents

1. How To Get Rid of a Poltergeist

2. A Chance of a Ghost

3. Sinister Faces in the Dark

4. Trick-or-Treating at the Witch’s House

5. The Seeker’s Cabin

6. 24 Hours

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1

How To Get Rid of a Poltergeist

Cold Vibes

It was the summer I turned twelve. My dad is a doctor, and back then he had just started a new position in a hospital in Upstate New York. I wasn’t happy about leaving behind all my friends in Texas.

I don’t like this house, I said as we pulled in. I knew complaining wouldn’t change anything; I had been trying and failing for the past two months to change my parents’ minds about moving.

I did like the new house—it was a Victorian, and bigger than our old one. I didn’t want my parents to know I liked it, though. I Instagrammed a pic of it.

My room on the second floor was larger than my old room, and it was one floor below my parents—which gave me space and privacy. The only bad thing was that my room here was cold and drafty. It felt like a cold breeze was stirring, even though the window was closed.

Jake! The movers are here! My mom called from downstairs. Can you come down and help me unpack the kitchen stuff?

I turned and trudged down the stairs. The rest of the house was hot and stuffy. It smelled musty, probably because it had been empty for over a year.

When I got to the kitchen, I asked mom Why was this house empty for so long? It didn’t take long for our house to sell.

I don’t know, sweetie. The realtor didn’t disclose any problems—they are required to. We had a contractor inspect it, and he didn’t find anything wrong. Maybe people just wanted a newer house. Anyway, we got a good deal on it.

I’ll skip over the boring parts about the unpacking.

Things quickly escalated; there were more and more strange occurrences. The second night we were in the house, I got up around 3 am to go to the bathroom. There was frost on the bathroom mirror and I could see my breath. I got a little freaked out; it shouldn’t be this cold—it was even colder than my room. I hurried and did my business, but when I went to wash my hands—the hot water didn’t work. I let it run for what seemed like an eternity, but it was still ice cold.

I hurried back to bed, shivering with cold,