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Seven more stories for the grave snatchers who live underneath your house.
From Below the Cellar: A novel. There were a lot of ghost stories regarding the old house. For over a century now, the house itself was rumored to be haunted; always rumored to have spirits roaming in and out of there at freewill. Find out why over these last few days, Aunt Mary's house has been rumbling away like a noisy subway station.
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A Certain Phone Call: Steven is going through a midlife crisis. Find out what happens when he makes a certain phone call in the middle of the night.

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Short story

Horror

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Publié par	AuthorHouse
Date de parution	05 décembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781665575898
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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STORY2BOOK
MORE BEDTIME TALES FOR GRAVE SNATCHERS
TOMMY RICHARDS

AuthorHouse™
1663 Liberty Drive
Bloomington, IN 47403
www.authorhouse.com
Phone: 833-262-8899

© 2022 Tommy Richards. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 11/12/2022

ISBN: 978-1-6655-7590-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7589-8 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022921345

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From Below The Cellar
Prologue
Chapter 1 Aunt Mary’s House
Chapter 2 The Maestro Has Arrived
Chapter 3 A Fight in the Subway Station
Chapter 4 Gunther the Excellent Arrives at The Show
Chapter 5 The Everlasting Railroad
My Wife The Cherry Tree
Sweet Mrs. Hart

From Below The Cellar
PROLOGUE
T here were a lot of ghost stories regarding the old house. For over a century now, the house itself was rumored to be haunted; always rumored to have spirits roaming in and out of there at freewill. But you see, there’s been a lot more action lately; a lot more hustle and bustle. According to the neighbors, the spirits usually follow each other into the cemetery across the street. There were others that would rather disappear into the woods. Over the last few weeks, the neighbors have noticed an abundance of wailing spirits pushing their way into the cemetery. The once very shy spirits are now much bolder. They’re moving much faster and they’re shining much brighter; it seems pretty obvious that something is afoot. Something major has caught their attention.
According to the old woman who owns the house, the spirits emerge from under the cellar steps. They climb the steps in a single file and then drift their way through the front door. The old woman is now paralyzed with fear. Even worse, over the last few weeks, the old cellar has been rumbling away like a noisy subway station. Right before the spirits emerge from under the darkness of the steps, the sound of squealing brakes come grinding to a halt. Throughout the years of living in that house, she always heard the distant clatter of trains from afar. It always sounded like a train station was located somewhere in the distance. There actually was; but now she knows for sure where it’s all been coming from.

Aunt Mary’s House
CHAPTER 1

T he story takes place in the middle of Pennsylvania somewhere; during the hot and sticky summer of 1972; in a house where a little kid once declared war upon a wasp nest. The one that was sitting next to the foot of the old deer statue that was located in the backyard. There’s a lot of spiders creeping around back there as well; their bloodlines can be traced all the way back to the stone age. From what I understand, the colorful ones are venomous and they’re more than happy to take a bite out of you; those things were always aggressive.
Aunt Mary’s house is a very old structure that was built with cobblestone. It was erected way back during the reign of King George III; during the time when he believed that he should rule the world. Inside the house, the wooden spiral staircase is still in very good condition. Over the years, Aunt Mary did her utmost to keep that staircase in perfect shape; the glossy wood still looks brand new. Another fact is that the house was built without electricity; the hallways were always dark. As the years rolled on, the house itself needed to adjust to the current times. So, an electrical system was finally installed way back when. But you see, Aunt Mary loved the old house and she always preferred to keep the lights at a dim setting; she doesn’t like bright lights. She loved the cool autumns and she always preferred to keep the fireplace burning. There’s another staircase that’s located in the cellar; it climbs up from the cellar floor and directly into the living room. These days, that particular staircase is much easier for Aunt Mary to climb. The spiral staircase is very thin and over the last few months, she’s been having trouble climbing up to her bedroom. She can feel herself getting older every day and she’s ok with that; she lived a long and happy life. She’s one of the very few people out there who has peace of mind. Outside the house, the dry grass below the first-floor windows is turning gray. In the backyard next to where the deer statue is located, the original barn is still standing. These days, Aunt Mary only uses it for storage. A long time ago, that barn was erected because Aunt Mary’s house is located on three acres of farmland. This all took place during the colonial period in the year 1760. The dwelling started off as a stagecoach tavern for travelers and trailblazers who needed to rest. The original innkeeper noticed that there was a lot more development in the area. Because he was a visionary, he understood the needs of the people. He knew that there was a need for more taverns and saloons in Pennsylvania. Hence, he and his family built the tavern from the ground up. They also erected the old barn that still stands to this day. With crops and cattle, they were able to sustain themselves while living on the farm. Travelers could buy new horses or they could just let their own horses rest out back for the night.
In 1776, the tavern was expanded to meet the needs of the people traveling through the area. After the colonies declared their independence from England, the tavern officially established itself in 1780. That tavern, with the original architecture, is now Aunt Mary’s house. There are so many good and bad memories that still remain within the walls. Around the year 1810, the original innkeeper decided to build an upper floor on top of the inn; travelers could come and go as they please. There was gambling, prostitution and a lot of hard drinking. According to legend, there were a few murders in the cellar of the tavern; the bodies were buried in the old graveyard across the street. The original graves have remained undisturbed for all these years. The small, beaten-down church in the old graveyard has been hanging in there as well. When the tavern was at its peak, there were many fistfights and gunfights going on inside the bar. So many bums and alcoholics were among the people who were first buried there. Some men, who deserved execution, were buried in there with all the others; right after they were shot. A long time ago, there was a certain pastor who decided to build a church inside the graveyard. I think he wanted to bless the cemetery so that the grounds could be considered sacred. He also maintained the old family plots and all the beautiful mausoleums. Sometimes, the churchgoers helped out with the landscaping; there was always plenty of work to do. The work was never too hard if everybody chipped in.
Over the years, the locals saw to it that the graveyard was well maintained. According to historians, Aunt Mary’s cellar was a slave hiding space; way back when Harriet Tubman was helping the slaves travel through The Underground Railroad.
Soldiers from The Continental Army used to stay at the tavern; when they needed to forget about war for a little while. They used to hide from The Redcoats just like everybody else. There were certain British officers who believed that they had every right to go around banging on all the front doors in search of The Continental soldiers; but nobody ever snitched. The Americans hated King George III and all of his precious Redcoats. There were many civilians who wanted to fight alongside our soldiers.
Inside the Christ Lutheran Cemetery across the street are the ghosts and graves of the very soldiers who used to frequent the establishment. Buried across the street are the actual soldiers from the Revolutionary war, the war of 1812 and the Civil war. We even have veterans from World War 1 and World War 2 buried in a different section of the cemetery. I think it’s safe to say that there’s a lot of heroes buried inside the old graveyard. The empty graves and mausoleums are still in use to this day. The family plots are still waiting for their friends and relatives to arrive. When they do arrive, there are so many happy reunions. The cemetery has been there for at least three hundred years and the original farm is long gone. But that’s ok, Aunt Mary always preferred to do her own gardening anyway. The soil on her property is still very healthy. Over the years, she planted many flowers and nurtured a countless amount of vegetable gardens. She grew tomatoes, cucumbers, bell peppers, green beans and so much more.
By the end of each summer, there was more than enough to go around. Over the years, Aunt Mary gave plenty of free veggies to all the neighbors and they were always grateful for the kindness that she displayed. Sometimes she grew corn and other times she planted sunflowers; much to everybody’s delight. She knew how to roast the sunflower seeds and sometimes she just left them out back for all the birds to enjoy; as if they didn’t steal enough for themselves already. Aunt Mary was always amazed when the giant sunflowers tilted their heads as they followed the sun. As she grew older, her gardens grew much smaller because it was a