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Wayne Saunders was an ordinary man leading a very ordinary life; that was until one fateful night during one of his regular walks. As he passing one particular house, he stopped directly in front of it. Somehow, someway, he felt as if someone - or something - in the house beckon to him, silently calling out to him. As if in a trance, he entered the house and it changed his life...forever. Ghostly figures, riddles in blood and bone-chilling warnings will lead Wayne on a very reluctant walk with the devil and the trapped souls within. The three trapped souls believe Wayne is the only one that can save them from their hellish prison; however, they also warn him that if he fails...he will forever be haunted.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	08 janvier 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781645754336
Langue	English

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H aunting M ysteries
J ason T. G oudie
Austin Macauley Publishers
2021-01-08
Haunting Mysteries Haunting Mysteries Chapter One Eerie Awakening Chapter Two The Chilling Tale Chapter Three A Night of Old Times Chapter Four Disrespectful Awakenings Chapter Five The Journey Begins Chapter Six Bad News, Worse News Chapter Seven Mysteries of the Letter Chapter Eight Home Away from Home Chapter Nine Emily Chapter Ten Facing the Darkness Chapter Eleven A Glutton for Punishment Chapter Twelve A Day at the Office Chapter Thirteen Unexpected Reward Chapter Fourteen Horror Before Day Break Chapter Fifteen From the Hot Seat to the Mirror Chapter Sixteen The Surprise Sister Chapter Seventeen The Clue from Another Chapter Eighteen A Bird’s Point of View Chapter Nineteen Eavesdropping Is a Virtue Chapter Twenty Something to Be Nervous About Chapter Twenty-One From Darkness to Daylight Chapter Twenty-Two Lost and Found Chapter Twenty-Three The Next Morning Chapter Twenty-Four History Repeats Itself Chapter Twenty-Five A Little Side Trip to Remember Chapter Twenty-Six A Puzzle of Junk Chapter Twenty-Seven Unwanted News Chapter Twenty-Eight Uneasy Anticipation Chapter Twenty-Nine Sniffing for Clues Chapter Thirty A Night to Remember Chapter Thirty-One A Cause for Concern Chapter Thirty-Two The Time to Act Chapter Thirty-Three Bound for Trouble Chapter Thirty-Four Two Days Later
Haunting Mysteries is Jason’s second greatest accomplishment. He is looking forward to the future to do it all over again with more chilling stories.
Copyright © Jason T. Goudie (2021)
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Goudie, Jason T
Haunting Mysteries
ISBN 9781645754329 (Paperback)
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Chapter One

Eerie Awakening
In the middle of a chilly autumn night, Wayne Saunders stirred out of a sound sleep. Shivering, he voiced a grunt of surprise, coiled himself in the blankets, and tried to relax.
The blankets Wayne used this time of year were fleece and normally kept him warm. Even through the first few weeks of winter but without a little help from the heater, he would not have been so comfortable all the time. Nevertheless, that night felt different to him.
As the seconds turned into minutes, Wayne realized his attempt at comfort was futile. The cold temperature continued to nag at him. He glanced at the time. It was one o’clock. Fed-up, he threw off the covers and sat up. An abrupt gasp escaped his lips. It seemed as if dozens of ice cubes pressed against his entire body. He wrapped his arms around himself as his teeth chattered. It quickly reminded him of an early winter day when he was twelve.
He and seven of his friends – four male and three female – were at a park near the lake. It was one of their more frequent haunts. They were sitting at a picnic table playing a game called Truth or Dare. When it was Wayne’s turn, they dared him to jump in the lake. There was no snow on the ground yet but it was cold that day. It was only six degrees below zero. With the wind, it felt more like minus fifteen. Nevertheless, he ran over to the lake and jumped in, but as he jumped, he remembered shouts of disapproval and shock. The water was freezing. It stung his body like a dozen knives. Wayne made it out almost on adrenalin alone, but the damage was done. He crumpled to the ground and shivered uncontrollably. His concerned friends rushed over to his side and threw their jackets on his to try to help raise his temperature. Luckily, two adults were nearby and saw what happened. One of the men rushed over while the other ran to a nearby house and called for help. The last thing Wayne remembered were the faint sounds of the sirens as they approached.
Curious, he looked at his bedroom window thinking he subconsciously opened it sometime earlier but the curtains were not moving. He then looked over to the thermostat beside the door. From where he sat, it was barely visible. He stood, walked over to it and turned on the light. His eyes widened. It was still set to seventy-five degrees, which was what he set it at that morning before he left for work. He kept the light on and turned away from the temperature gauge. His breath appeared from out of nowhere. For a brief moment, he watched in awe.
Slowly, he turned to look at his dresser mirror. At the angle Wayne stood, his reflection should have stared back at him. It did not. The mirror appeared fogged. He tilted his head in confusion and walked up to it. He slid his index finger across the glass and a clear line emerged.
Wayne turned away from the mirror and shook his head as if desperate to wake himself from a nightmare. He closed his eyes as he faced the mirror once more. Then slowly he opened them. What he saw next instilled him with fear. The words ‘I am waiting, Wayne’ were written. He stared at the words in disbelief as he backed away. They were a horrifying reminder of what happened only two nights ago at 15 Birchcroft Drive. Not thinking of what was behind him, he tripped as his left heel tagged the foot of the bed.
On the floor, beside himself from what he had just witnessed, he looked at his closet. Wayne got to his feet and opened his closet door. Quickly, he dressed and made sure he had everything he needed then charged out the door. Wayne walked hastily down the hallway, passed the kitchen to his apartment door. He reached for the doorknob but hesitated. He glanced at the living-room window and wondered what the weather was like. Wasting no more time, Wayne rushed over to the window and flung open the curtains. All he saw was a thick fog. It was so dense that he was not able to see through it at all. He went to his hall closet, grabbed a three-season jacket, and went out the door to the elevator. His mind raced.
What the hell is going on, and why is this happening to me? When I went into that house two nights ago, that voice – who or whatever it was – said it would haunt me if I did not help it. At first, I thought it was some whacko playing a sick joke but this…this definitely proves otherwise.
Finally, the elevator door opened. Wayne stepped inside and repeatedly pressed the ground floor button. The seconds seemed like minutes as the door slowly closed. Vivid memories of what he saw and felt in that house plagued him as the elevator descended.
I thought shit like that happened only in movies, Wayne thought as he shook his head.
Arriving at the ground floor, the elevator stopped but the door did not open. Wayne stared at it impatiently as he waited.
Come on, dammit. Open up! Wayne thought.
The door remained closed.
Wayne wondered at the apparent irony of his situation. He was trying to escape a living nightmare while the elevator, thus far, succeeded in keeping him in it. He flung his arms in the air. The last thing he wanted to do was spend the night trapped in an elevator.
Remaining calm, he studied the control panel and quickly found the open button. He pressed his finger against it but nothing happened. Then he remembered the alarm button and held his finger on it for a few seconds, hoping someone would hear it. The bell rang throughout the building.
Nothing else I can do now but wait, he thought.
Wayne moved to the back of the elevator and sat down. As the minutes ticked by, his patience began to wear thin. He stood up and started pacing like an animal waiting for the right moment to escape its cage.
The lights blinked into darkness. Wayne halted his movements and stood still. He looked directly at the base of the door. There was not one hint of light. It made him wonder if the power was out in the whole building.
Great, he thought. Now what am I going to do?
Normally, Wayne was not afraid of the dark, but the past two days were slowly beginning to change that. Suddenly, he thought of the compartment that housed the emergency telephone. Just as he lifted his hands to feel around for it, the hair on the back of his neck rose, and something that felt like icy cold fingers touched his eyes. He gasped in panic and stiffened. Though he knew he was alone in the elevator, he sensed someone was behind him. He held his breath, as if waiting for a voice to say, ‘guess who?’
“All right,” Wayne said into the darkness. “You win. I will solve your mystery. Just please, let me out.”
The cold sensation left his eyes and warmth returned to his skin. The lights blinked back on, but the door remained closed. He knew no one was going to be behind him, but he slowly turned to look anyway. As he suspected, he was alone.