“I’m pretty sure your house isn’t haunted,” he said. She shrugged. “Part of me hopes you’re wrong.” — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
“He smirked. “Decision time, pretty lady... back to reality?” She touched his cheek. “Or down the rabbit hole?” — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
“New sounds rustled through her anti-depressant haze; a gentle reverberation from the heart of the home... another creek... another thunk... rapid clicking… — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
“She grappled his shoulder and pulled him closer; her nose in his neck and the memory-scent of her very first time; that… — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
“The scar rippled from the top of her bikini line down to her thigh. Where normal girls had hair, Ava had a… — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
“The feeling was FEAR, she realized... but it was a new type of fear; more sincere than the jitters she felt when… — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
“Foreboding” might have been the appropriate word. “Dread.” The PROMISE of fear. It was tangible fear... smellable... the stale odor soaking into… — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
“Trevor climbed once again to the land of the living, naked except for an antique gas mask strapped to his face. As… — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
“I’m also suddenly all over the idea of lust. Previously, I had scoffed at it. Sure, I looked at people and could… — Fen Wilde Copy Share Image
“Trevor could almost see the invisible gas leaking from the broken furnace, billowing around his body, wafting in his wake from the… — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image
“Your father's last words were touching." Elie's breath hitched. "You're lying." "Why would I do that?" He reached into his vest and… — Ashley Nikole Copy Share Image
