Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Three New Books ready to go for 2020!!!

Hello Everyone,

    Sorry I have been quiet for a bit. Not posting regularly, but I have great news. In my absence from blogging, I have finished writing the second book in the Stadler House Series. In this book, we will take a look at one of the survivors of the Stadler House Massacre" Emily and what she has done with her life. Next, I have finished the second book in the Small Town Terrors series. I have crafted this book to be more like I intended the first book to be. It will be a series of ghastly stories overheard by the spirit that haunts the small-town diner. These are much more interconnected stories that in the first book. Finally, I have finished up the last few stories for the Twistedly Terrifying Tales from a Twisted Mind 5.

   I have also produced three audiobooks in 2019 and hope to have the fourth out before the year's end. The fourth being the Twisted 4 audiobook. Nut this is in Acx.com quality control's hands at the minute. 

Happy holidays, Merry Christmas, or whatever winter celebration you and yours. I hope you enjoy the closing of 2019. 

Thank You,
Roger Alderman


Saturday, June 8, 2019

My Novel - Work Book: A step by step guide for novice writers"


My New Book. "My Novel Work Book: A step by step guide for novice writers". Available now in Kindle and paperback format. 
How to write your novel's 1st draft even if you have never written a book before. I spent years and a lot of money learning to write but found myself lost on where to even begin. Then one day I was looking at a huge pile of notes I realized... There was a simpler way to craft my novel's 1st draft. From that realization came the "My Novel's Work Book" which will help others (you) to tell the story they have held inside for so long. 
In this workbook you will discover how to:
  • Create the front matter of your book
  • Words to avoid in writing
  • Outline your book
  • The power of a book's disclaimer
  • Choose the right main character for your book
  • Things not to do to your main character
  • Plot for a twelve-chapter character arc
A writing workbook created with beginners in mind. If I can do it. You can do it too. 
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1071245317/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_U_M-4-CbPJ8BRPV

Thursday, June 6, 2019

Secret Project....



So I have been working a secret project. I'm ready to share with you guys. Amazon has it in review at the moment. It should be on sale by, Monday, June 10, 2019. It will be available for Kindle and in 8.5 x 11 paperback/workbook format.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

I am looking for a quality publisher....

Any literary agents out there looking for new clients. I have seven books on every sales platform out there (Amazon, Barnes & Nobles, Walmart, Kobo, Scribd, Tolino, 24symbols, apple books, playster, overdrive, Bibliotheca, google play, and Baker & Taylor), but low to no sales and limited reviews. 

A little work by someone who knows how to market could go a long way here. I have two more books I am writing and have also written over sixty-five short stories and ten screenplays.

rogeralderman.writer@gmail.com

Monday, May 13, 2019

Let's play a game...



Let’s play a game…
By: Roger Alderman

Tina’s opens her mouth wide, a snake drawing every part of its prey into its mouth, drawing in a morsel of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Sheryl, Tina’s mom, gives her a tall frosty cup of chocolate milk adding, “Nothing beats a good PB & J.” 

Tina takes a deep refreshing gulp leaving her with a broad chocolate milk mustache. Her mother points to a card sticking out of Tina’s knapsack and grabs it before Tina can refuse, “What’s this?” Tina said, “It’s an invitation to Kendra’s Birthday party tonight. No, I don’t want to go!” She takes another bit of her sandwich. Her mother flips open the card, “Oh, it’s a sleepover.”

Tina’s mother takes her by the chin and levels her face to face with her, “Look I know you two have had difficulties.” Tina rolls her eyes, “You mean yesterday when they threw me in the trash?” “Get over it I need a break,” Sheryl said.

**********

Mother and Daughter stand facing the home on the invitation before Tina could refuse further. Tina looks at the birthday present with a crease in her brow, “It’s a baby’s gift. They need no more reasons to make fun of me.” Kendra’s mother opens the front door releasing sounds of the celebration inside to escape into the quiet neighborhood for a moment. “I will pick you up in the morning,” said Sheryl.

“No worries, Sheryl, she’s in good hands,” Kendra’s mom waves at Tina to enter. “The girls are in the other room. Here I’ll take the present and put it with the others,” she said pulling Tina inside and closing the front exit. Tina’s face lost its color seeing Kendra and her other schoolyard bullies pointing at her and whispering. Tina stares at the throng of girls ahead of her and sighs.

Tina summons the same stiff upper lip she uses to preserve herself from the bullies activities at school. Kendra took the lead and points and snickers at Tina, “why are you here?” The other girls burst into laughter. Tina notices the nearby hallway bathroom and runs inside slamming the door behind herself. Tina found in the familiar position of sitting on the toilet alone crying.

She swallows her emotions and buries them deep down inside herself. If there was one thing she learns from attending a junior high school, to show no vulnerability or emotions around the gangs of predatory teenage clicks. She splashes cool tap water on her face reducing the red swelling. Tina closed her eyes and summons what little courage she has left after the day's schoolyard misery, “Come on, girl, you got this. It’s twelve hours.”

Tina opens the door to find Kendra and associates waiting for her to exit, “are you done yet?” They seize her by the arms dragging her into the living room allowing her no chance to protest, “Let’s go.” The crowd holding Tina’s runs upstairs and enters Kendra’s bedroom. They drop Tina to the floor inside the medium size room.

Tina rubs her lower back seeing the girls sitting next to Kendra’s bed. The clutch of devious girls in unison with judgmental expressions spin to face Tina. Tina recoils at the girl's reaction. Kendra offers Tina an ingratiating smile and gestures for her to join them on the floor, “come on, let’s play a game.”

Tina stiffens her posture remaining careful to not show any signs of weakness as she sits. The wolf pack of girls gives false smiles to make Tina feel at ease among them. Kendra shoves her hands between the mattress and box springs. Kendra’s face contorts revealing a mischievous grin.

Tina’s eyes flash wide seeing Kendra produce a homemade spirit board and indicator. “Hell no!” Tina runs to the bedroom door and tries to pull it open. Anne and the others laugh at Tina and Kendra, “It’s not like the one her mom uses at work.” Kendra glares at Anne and her remark, “It’s real enough.” The girls erupt into chicken-like clucking, arms flapping, and laughter at Tin’s current reaction to the fake spirit board.

Kendra places the board on top of her bed. She and her friends look to each other and then stare at Tina. The girls each place a finger on top of the home-made spirit boards indicator. Tina pulls and struggles to open the locked bedroom door. 

Kendra chuckles dangling the door key in front of Tina’s reach. “OPEN, the door,” Tina said. The crowd of tormentors mocking her pleading and emotional outbursts. “One question and I’ll open the door,” Kendra rolls her eyes at Tina.

Tina lowers her head in submission to Kendra’s demand, “Fine.” Kendra pats the floor next to her gesturing for Tina to sit next to her. Tina flops down and places her index finger on the indicator.

Kendra sways and closes her eyes, “Is there anyone here?” The violent tribe of girls focuses on the indicator for any signs of movement. A palpable silence falls across the room each girl holding their breath waiting for it to spell an answer out by an otherworldly presence. 

Minutes pass, but the indicator remains motionless. Kendra yells in her best authoritative voice, “I said is there was anyone here?” Another Five minutes pass and the spirit board reveals nothing to the teen-aged girls. “I think we’re done here,” Tina stands, straightens her clothes, and crosses the bedroom. 

The throng of violent girls pounces on Tina driving her to the floor with a loud, THUD. Tina kicks, punches, and screams at her assailants in resistance to their attack. Kendra mounts Tina’s chest pressing her knees into her shoulders and slapping her across the face not once, not twice, but three times. The other girls laugh and hold Tina down. “I didn’t say we’re done,” Kendra spits into Tina’s face. One of the other girls spoke up, “We should punish her.” Kendra’s eyes turn savage at the suggestion as her brood chants, “Punish, punish, punish.”

“To the closet,” Kendra points to the open closet door opposite the bedroom door. The riotous crowd hoists Tine from the floor and sends her crashing into the back of the closet. She hits hard against a small dresser standing inside the walk-in closet. Kendra flips off Tina and slams the door close on her. Tina holds her back and begs for release, but no compassion comes from her captors.

Tina sits on top of a basket of Kendra’s dirty clothes exhausted after a half hour of begging. “I hate these girls. Why did she bring me?” Tina could not help but dwell on her conversation with her mother. Tina watches the girls through the wooden blinds of the closet door.

Kendra and friends continue to wait for any response from the homemade spirit board. The other girls lost interest after another ten minutes. Anne protest first, “Something else we can do? This is boring.” Anne sneers at Kendra seeing the other girls joining in her protest. Kendra snarls at Anne’s attempt to take charge of her vile little clique. 

Tina yells from the closet, “Kendra’s board is homemade and will never work. You need a real one like in the movies.” Kendra gives in to her anger and throws the spirit board at the closet, “shut up you’re being punished!” Anne grabs Kendra by the arm, “Doesn’t your mom use a real board with her clients?” Kendra nods, “yeah, but…” Anne interrupts full of excitement, “Then go get it!” Kendra rolls her eyes, “I’ll need you guys to watch for her. She loves to show off when we have people over.”

Kendra and the girls enter the hallway but Kendra blocks Anne, “You stay put and make sure she stays in the closet.” Anne nods, “okay.” Anne waits and watches the others walk out of sight. She walks to the closet door and throws open the closet door.

The bright light of the bedroom forces Tina to squint and blink as her eye adjust. Anne grabs Tina’s arm and drags her to her feet. “What are you doing?” Tina asks, but Anne hushes her by pressing a single index finger to her lips.

Anne walks to the bedroom door dragging Tina behind her, “Come on, we are going get even with that bitch.” Tina holds a look of confusion at Anne’s actions. “You didn’t think you were the only person they ever locked in that closet, did you?” Anne grinds her teeth.

Tina nods accepting whatever part she is to play in getting even with Kendra and the others. Anne opens the door and glances down the hallway. Anne sees no one they slip across the hallway to the linen closet, “when they get back I will pretend that you’re still in the bedroom closet, but you’ll be in here. After they use her mom's board, I will get them to believe a ghost took you.” Anne opens the closet and motions for Tina to climb inside before they return. 

Anne hands her a set of earbuds, “Give me about an hour to get them worked up. Then you come bursting in. Watch videos on your phone, but stay quiet.” Tina pulls her cellphone out of her hip pocket and plugs in the earbuds moving further back into the closet. Anne closes the hallway closet door.

Tina slides her finger across the smooth surface of the cell phone allowing the blue glow to bring it life. She smiles, it still has eighty-eight percent power left. She swipes through the applications arriving at her favorite video service. Tina loads the streaming application and finds herself drawn deep into one of her favorite animated series.

Tina’s eyes flash open, and she wipes the spittle from the corner of her mouth. She rubs her legs to awaken them and get rid of the tingling of pins and needles. She cracks her neck, “How long was I asleep?” Tina tries to power up her cellphone but it turns itself off due to low battery power. Tina pulls out the earbuds drops them into her front pocket. 

She opens the closet door careful to stay silent. Her body demands she stretch after being in a small space for so long. She smiles as her back pop frees the tension built up from inactivity. Tina enjoys the relief that follows the release. She could make out the night sky through a hallway window. Tina sees every door on the second floor hangs wide open with the lights in every room on.

Tina closes the closet door and walks to Kendra’s parent’s open bedroom door, I hope they will take me home I don’t want to be here anymore. She focuses on the open door but stops short of the open door hearing odd wet sounds coming from inside the room. Are they making love with the door open? She turns away from the door but steps into something wet and warm soaking into the carpet.

Tina looks down to see what she’s standing in. She covers her mouth silencing her gasp. The pungent metallic odor confirms her horror as a coat of fresh thick blood covers the sole of her foot. The discovery leaves her feeling both breathless and faint. 

Tina falls against the wall opposite the parents' bedroom door. She sees Kendra’s father face down on the floor bleeding out from wounds all over his body. His blood running down his prone body pooling beneath him soaking into the thick high pile carpeting. 

Tina reaches out to check his pulse before she can reach him something pulls him into the room. The door slams hard rattling the frame. Tina inhales ready to scream for help, but she holds back the terror in fear for her own survival. She finds her way to her feet and creeps down the hallway to Kendra’s bedroom. 

Tina steps into the doorway desperate to find others, but this was not to be her ascendance from the hell she found herself in tonight. She swallows hard and steps back clenching her mouth closed to prevent herself from gagging. Tears flow down Tina’s face, “Oh My God!” The visual primal carnage spread throughout the bedroom makes her nauseous. She knows the fresh remains belong to the bodies of children; thanks to a recent health class lecture. It left her unsure where one body ended and the next begins. A wet hot mountain of broken flesh and thick blood pooling on the floor of the bedroom.

The door of the bedroom closet rattles sending Tina running into the bathroom across the hallway in panic. Anne emerges from the closet, “Tina, wait it’s me.” Anne steps out of the closet, “Come back.” She crawls to the open bedroom door whispering, “We need to get out of here.”

Tina finds her way into the shower and pulls the dark shower curtain around herself. After learning to evade her schoolyard tormentors she is a master at finding hiding spots. Tina opens the shower curtain, “Anne?” Tear's frame Anne’s delicate face, “Yeah it’s me. Come on, before.” 

The door to Kendra’s parent’s room burst open with a loud, Crash.

Tina draws the shower curtain tight around herself. 

Anne shrieks and retreats into the bedroom slamming the thin door close.

Tina shakes hearing the thunder of heavy footsteps in the hallway rushing towards them. She swallowed hard, secretly hopeful “it” discovers Anne, not her.

Anne screams as something beats against the bedroom door. 

“Shut up and hide Anne,” Tina said under her breath. Tina could tell by the muffling sound of Anne’s voice she was retreating deeper into the room. 

“Here pig, pig, pig,” an otherworldly high-pitched voice echoes through the second floor of the house. 

Tina draws the shower curtain tight around herself. She closes her eyes, but her imagination runs wild with scenarios of what happens next. The flimsy door gives way under the assault of the unknown thing responsible for the nightmare she finds herself in. Tina swallows hard finding solace it found someone else. Okay, girl when it goes in after her we run, she affirmed her plan.

The thing slams the bedroom door close behind itself and Anne’s voice turns raspy as it reaches its breaking point, “No, No, No.” A disturbing high-pitched otherworldly voice mocks Anne, “Yes, Yes, Yes.” Blood-curdling screams fill the second floor. 

Tina wastes no time and flees the bathroom and runs down the staircase. Her thoughts focusing on an escape from this hellish sleepover. She slips at the foot of the staircase in one of the pools of blood and gore on the hardwood flooring. She grabs onto the railing of the staircase to stop her fall. 

Tina finds herself desperate to understand the scene she is in. Tina sees remains of party goers, both adult and child alike, in piles of twitching flesh all over the living room. The air-conditioning lowered the temperature of the room resulting in stream rising from each pile. The scent of the gore makes her body wretch.

Tina can’t hold back her body’s reaction to the gore and terror she was experiencing. The first wave of pressure hits hard like a punch in her stomach. The second wave of pressure races up her body spewing the contents of her stomach onto the ground. Tina’s world spins around her stealing her grace and balance pulling her down into her own freshly forming slick of sickness.

Tina pauses sitting motionless in the center of her pool of sickness trying to calm her mind and gather her thoughts. She looks to the front door, but the pile of human remains block her exit. She summons what strength and courage remains in her mind and body. Tina stands on top of the remains and pulls on the door handle, but her small frame can’t budge the door. 

Tina’s hands slip off the door handle. She tumbles backward through her sickness and gore on the hardwood floor. Her head bounces off the floor next to the coffee table. She grabs her head and takes hold of the coffee table and using it to upright herself.

Tina pushes off the coffee table seeing the heads of the party goers resting on top. Tina gags and slips in the gore, but stays upright. She recoils in disgust at the blasphemous presentation on the small table. The table shakes.

Tina stares at the table, “what the…” Before she can finish her thought the mouths of each head moves to create a choir of decapitated heads taunting, “No sense hiding from me. I will find you.” Tina runs to the hallway bathroom door finding more destruction and dismembered bodies inside.

Tina runs down the long hallway into the kitchen in hopes of escape. Color and hope drain from her face seeing no back door in the kitchen. She spins back to the hallway hearing heavy steps moving towards the staircase from upstairs. 

Tina enters the hallway careful to close the door behind her. Her knuckles turn white clenching her mouth and jaw shut. Her hands shake below her vibrant, beautiful hazel eyes. Her eyes scan the room beyond the closet door wooden blinds in search of the intruder. The thing the group of teenage girls set loose upon the world.

Tina pulls her cell phone from her pocket and forces it to stay on. The glow of the screen let slip the cell phone’s applications. Her finger comes to rest above the blue glow of the flashlight icon, Too Bright. The light of the cell phone’s surface lights up the closet behind her.

Tina moves the jackets above her to one side to give herself a clear view of the hallway closets’ contents. A set of work boots reveal themselves in the dim light. She snatches a heavy work boot high above her head and swings it down in an overhead arch. Her hands prove too small to keep hold of the boot. It drops to the floor with a loud, THUD. The boot hits a tall leather sack spilling the contents across on to the floor. The sound of crashing Steel golf clubs announces the closet’s existence to those unaware.

Wooden blinds flip open, Tina scans the room beyond the closet. Her panicking heart and mind fill with dread potential scenarios following the series of noises. Large beads of sweat form across her forehead. She sees nothing in the adjoining room. She uses her shirt sleeve to dry her forehead. She resumes her search of the closet’s contents.

Tina with a smile picks up a nine iron, that’s what I’m talking about. The cell phone’s last charge of power abandons Tina and her newfound confidence. Her fear races to the room beyond the closet door. Tina looks through the lowest of the wooden door blinds to examine the living room for the intruder but sees nothing. 

The forceful rhythmic drumming of Tina’s heart makes her feel dizzy and faint again. “Why did I even come here? I hate these girls,” she whispers grabbing the throbbing in her temples. Tina prays for protection but feels no comfort amid the nightmarish sleepover. She hears the heavy footsteps at the top of the staircase and readies the nine iron for her inevitable defense.

Tina peaks out from concealment in search of the evil delivering this evening’s torments. She gasps seeing it for the first time sending chills down her spine. Kendra stands at the foot of the stairs in a bloody yellow sundress and orange rubber rain boots. Her hands dripping in fresh gore, viscera, and tufts of Anne’s dirty blonde hair. Tina stares at the closet floor desperate to get a handle on the moment.

Tina jumps back seeing Kendra staring at her through the wooden blinds. Kendra fakes excitement, “you’ll never believe it, but my mom’s spirit board worked.” Kendra laughs at Tina trembling inside the closet. The otherworldly voice to merges with its teenage marionette in villainous laughter.

Tina watches Kendra’s eyes sink into and rolled back into her head revealing a second set of colorless pupils hidden below hers. Tina shrieks seeing rotting chunks of Kendra’s flesh fall from her face to the floor. “Come out to play,” taunts Kendra.

Kendra seizes the closet door and pulls it from its hinges in a single motion wooden shrapnel flies out in all directions. Kendra spins and tosses the door into the living room slamming into the coffee table sending the heads toppling to the hardwood floor.

Tina swings the golf club hitting Kendra in the temple. The hit drops Kendra to the floor. Tina sprints out of the hallway into the kitchen in panic-driven desperation for escape. She sees the window above the sink and climbs onto the counter. She pulls and pushes against the window but it will not open. Kendra seizes her by her long brown pigtail and throws Tina across the room. Tina bounces off the refrigerator. Her foot strikes the light switch breaking it sending a shower of sparks from it.

Tina’s vision blurs and her head throbs in the kitchen's darkness. Tina sees Kendra standing silhouette against the bright street lights bleeding from outside. She uses the golf club to steady herself and pushing herself upright. She readies the golf club ready to defend herself against Kendra. 

Kendra’s body utters sounds of bones breaking and skin stretching to its limit rising wide open. Kendra laughs, “wait till you see this!” Her body rearranges itself into blasphemous and unnatural ways. Its arms elongate ending in long serrated talons. Its legs break and fold like the legs of an insect complete with long spines. Last, her jaw unhinges becoming a large maw of razor-sharp rows of shark-like teeth.

Tina cannot stop her body from wetting itself witnessing the grotesque transformation taking place in front of her. I will not be number thirteen, she tells herself. She tightens her grip on the golf club and focuses on the demonic thing standing in defiance of the natural laws of this world. 

Kendra roars and launches herself at Tina talons first. Tina drops low and drives the club upwards with all her might. The attack lands true and Kendra staggers backward from the sharp blow to her jaw. Tina sees a trickle of blood run from the thing's mouth. Her mind fills with a single thought If it can bleed it can die.

Kendra swings her talons at Tina again but misses. Tina watches as the dreadful claws tear through the steel of the refrigerator with ease. She brings the head of the golf club down on its head causing it to bite down on its own tongue. Kendra screams in pain as the pain floods its mind and senses.

Tina knows she must continue to fight if she wants to survive this monstrous encounter with evil. She raises club high into the air and then down on the body of the demonic thing. She could feel the tearing of flesh and breaking of bones mounting under her desperate assault. 

Tina’s mind fills with the countless insults and pranks played on her by Kendra and her friends. Her body continues to defend itself with blow after blow as her mind recounts the offenses made against her. This fuels her vigor and rage driving her deeper into the relentless assault. Kendra slumps to the floor as the demonic shape retreats inside her.

Tina pants and steps back to admire her handy work. Her world slows, she turns to face the front door as the police knock the door free from its hinges. The police enter weapons drawn and level them at Tina. She watches the nearly invisible smoke like essence of demonic thing leave Kendra’s body. 

Tina finds herself surrounded by armed police officers. She stands infant of them holding a bloodied golf club in a house full of victims. Tina lowers her head in surrender as the police demand she drops the weapon and lies prone on the ground. In the end, She surrenders knowing not one person would ever believe her story.


THE END

Saturday, April 20, 2019

Review: Save the Cat! Writes a Novel: The Last Book on Novel Writing You'll Ever Need

Save the Cat! Writes a Novel: The Last Book on Novel Writing You'll Ever Need Save the Cat! Writes a Novel: The Last Book on Novel Writing You'll Ever Need by Jessica Brody
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

An incredible work. Jessica Brody has done what I was attempting on my own. Thanks to her excellent work in modifying Blake Snyder's earlier work to fit the writing of a novel or novella. I have been able to finalize my formula combining both editions of Save the Cat and Josphe Campbell's heroes journey resulting in (for me) the best possible way to outline a story. I now know the right combinations of beats and story points to craft a solid emotionally charged story that draws the reader deeper into my written world. I can not say enough good things about this excellently written and researched book.

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Friday, April 19, 2019

Review: Where Nightmares Come From

Where Nightmares Come From Where Nightmares Come From by Joe Mynhardt
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

To be honest the only reason I picked up the book was the name "Clive Barker" was attached to it. I have read many other similar titles like "Writers Workshop on Horror" by Knost. This to me seemed a continuation of those previous books in many instances the same articles appear in this book and "Writers Workshop on Horror" or "On Writing Horror," but previously I had never seen an article from my favored wordsmith, Clive Barker.

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Review: Horror Writing 101: How to Write a Horror Novel

Horror Writing 101: How to Write a Horror Novel Horror Writing 101: How to Write a Horror Novel by Steve French
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Great book lots of data on holding your reader's attention and how to get the most out of each scare in your planned manuscript. If you love horror or write in this genre I suggest picking it up. The chapters and straight forward approach are a refreshing read to other convoluted books on writing.

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Review: The Complete Guide to Screenwriting for Children's Film & Television

The Complete Guide to Screenwriting for Children's Film & Television The Complete Guide to Screenwriting for Children's Film & Television by Motti Aviram
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A wealth of needed data for my web series "Shipwreck Theater." This helped me navigate the hazardous terrain of children's television. The details in this book will no doubt lead you to your goal; if the intention to entertain children to even young adults. I found much of the information helpful in the writing of my young adult fantasy novels. It helped me really understand the developing mind of children and young adults.

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Friday, February 1, 2019

The Dare



The Dare
By: Roger Alderman


Dan stands inquisitively before the source of his curiosity the abandoned house’s basement door. The tired old heavy dark wood door was easily five times older than the short blond-haired teenage boy. The door hinges struggled against the decades of rust which had eaten most of the metal leaving little behind to do the task someone created it for. 

Beyond the ancient door existed the source to the eerie sounds which called out to his investigative nature. Dan followed the sounds through the dilapidated two-story wood construction faux Victoria style house. He discovered many well-kept secrets through his adventure in this creepy ancient house.

Dan reached out with his trembling, damp right hand to open the door and reveal the old homes last remaining riddle. His mind raced with a thousand ideas of what terror laid behind the door. He recalled the decisions which led him to this emotionally intense moment. 

Dan thought back to the party at his friend Larry’s home. The party every teen tells their parents they would never attend. Drugs, alcohol, and sex were in ready supply at the highly attended event. All the students at Space Coast High School, in Port St. John, Florida, had been talking about the upcoming party. Larry reputation for throwing legendary bashes. No one would dare miss it. 

Larry’s family live in an old subdivision about six miles from school along Barbara Road near Flood Street. The simple exterior of the single-story family home fools most people as it conceals a spacious three thousand square foot floor plan containing five bedrooms, three bathrooms, kitchen, living room, dining room, and den. 

Larry’s parents being proud of their home spent a great deal of time and money on the interior. They had filled each room of the sprawling home with sturdy wooden antique furniture from the turn of the last century. The bedrooms boasted ornate four pillar queen-sized beds trimmed with privacy curtains tied back for entry.

The living room was no different a massive dark wood media entertainment center containing a large sixty-five-inch flat screen television, a large glass inlaid coffee table, and expansive brown “L” shaped microfiber sectional sofa. On the night of the party, they filled each room to capacity with teenaged high school students.

Larry, Dan, Paul, Cheryl, and Laurie had slipped away from the mass of high school students. They had their own private party in Larry’s dads’ den. The five teens sat in the room's center in a circle playing an intense game of “Truth or Dare.”

Dan had sat patiently as the game moved from player to player until finally arriving at him. For him, it was a magical moment as Laurie his secret crush looked into his eyes and said those words, “Truth or Dare?” A smile filled Dan’s face as his imaginations created unlikely scenarios of Laurie and He making out. He excitedly urged, “Dare.”

Laurie opened her mouth to speak, but Paul’s words filled the small cozy room. “I dare you to break into the old house at the end of Akerman and bring something back to prove you were there!” Everyone stared at Paul in disbelief of his challenge. Dan shook his head a defiant, No. “That’s trespassing I’ll get arrested,” he retaliated.  

Cheryl derailed Dan’s train of thought with one word, “Pussy.” Larry, Paul, Dan, and Laurie exchanged open-mouthed looks of disbelief at Cheryl’s words. “I break into that house all the time. The sheriff hasn’t patrolled that road in years. It’s safe you coward,” Cheryl continued to emasculate Dan in front of everyone gathered in the den. 

Dan opened his mouth to continue to deny the request. Laurie added the missing ingredient he needed to agree to the Dare. Laurie's voice was a soft embrace, “When you come back. I will give you a kiss.” Larry, Paul, and Cheryl jumped and hopped around making primal noises at the reveal of Laurie’s feelings for Dan. Dan’s face turned rose red and a wide toothy joyful smile filled his face.

Paul moves in inches from Dan’s face and states mockingly, “You gotta do it now.” Paul pulls Dan in to whisper into his ear, “I know you like her. Now, do it or I will tell everyone.” Dan pushed away to glare at Larry and Cheryl, “Fine, but you guys have to come with me to the house and watch for the police.” Paul, Larry, Laurie, and Cheryl nod in acceptance of his added clause to the challenge.

The group quickly crossed the distance thanks to Barbara Road eventually merges with Akerman along its southern length. From there it was a brisk walk south along Akerman crossing over Curtis Boulevard and finally ending at the site of the Dare. The house that has stood in that vacant lot for nearly a century concealed by dense woods. “There it is,” Paul announced. 

Dan swallowed hard as his throat tensed, “Deal is a deal.” Paul stepped in front of Dan and offered a low mocking bow as he gestures towards the old home, “Your challenge awaits.” Dan stares at Laurie for reassurance of her end of the deal. She winks and a smile forms across her porcelain doll-like face, “You got this.”

Dan steps over the remains of the short wooden fence that once proudly surrounded the property. Dan weaved his way through the tall and wide oak trees which filled the Acer the ancient house rested on. Dan paused after reaching the clearing around the house, “Why am I doing this?” He closed his eyes remembered Laurie’s promise, “Right.”

Dan studied the space between the trees and the house. He moved confidently to the wooden wrap-around porch and tested the first step to ensuring it would support him. It offered a low groan but was firm enough to stand on. Dan made his way to the heavy wooden door with a large ornate stained-glass window which resembled a single rose surrounded by sunlight, “huh, pretty.” 

Dan twisted the handle discovering it was locked. He could not find a window not covered on the inside with dark paper to make out the interior of the house. It was then he noticed a window on the second story which had its glass broken. “There we go,” Dan could not hide the excitement in his voice.

Dan could make short work of climbing the along the outside of the house because of missing sections of wood paneling allowing him to get on top of the porch roof. From the top of the roof, he could easily slip in through the broken window. He could tell quickly that someone had used this entrance numerous times before as trash and gang marks filled the small bedroom beyond the broken window. 

Dan examined the interior of the room after stepping inside. He immediately realized the room belonged to a girl based on the faded floral mural. The thick carpet had absorbed a great deal of water from the rains over the years through the broken window. Each footfall squished under his weight, but what troubled him most was the rotten egg smell of the water that seeped into his shoes with each step.  

Dan left the girl's room and entered the long and moisture warped wooden floors of the hallway. To his left was the open off-white door to a bathroom and to his right was a closed flimsy wooden door with green paint flaking off. He first moved to the left entering the bathroom in hopes to make short work of the challenge. 

The old mirror in the bathroom was covered in speckled clusters of black mold and green mildew. The sweet chocking stench of the mold filled his nostrils to choke him. He covered his mouth and nose as his eyes searched the room, but much like the girl’s room, there was nothing to be found inside. Well, save for whoever pooped inside the waterless toilet and left if to be discovered by the next trespasser. Dan felt sick because of the odor and physical remains combined assault on his senses. 

Dan staggered out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind himself. He stood gagging in the hallway eventually giving way to an oily stream of vomit that immediately stained everything it contacted. Dan wiped the chunks from the sides of his mouth along the long sleeves of his gray jersey shirt, “that sucked.”

Dan stepped over his biological pool to reach the closed door at the opposite end of the hallway. He was disappointed in himself as his left heel slid with his first step on the wooden floor as he had not missed the oily slick. He caught himself before he could tumble all the way to the ground. The wooden rail helped him to only fall to a single knee because of his misstep. 

Dan stepped in front of the closed wooden door and checked the handle. He was happy to discover it was unlocked. With a quick twist of the handle he swung the door open to reveal a massive, but barren master bedroom. His voice echoed his surprise across the room thanks to the wooden flooring, “damn.” He stepped inside careful as each stepped groaned because of years of wet rot of the wood. 

Dan discovered a wide closet door on a sliding track and pushed it open, but again it was empty save for a single shoebox at the rear of the top closet shelf. “Ah hah,” he announced as he took hold of the heavy shoebox. Dan’s curiosity peaked as he noticed someone taped the shoebox close with duct tape. His brow furrowed, and he cocked his head to a side and the left side of his mouth curled up, “what the?” He scoffed aloud, “Huh.”

Dan shook the heavy shoe box and heard something rattle around inside. He searched to find the end of the tape and once found made short work of removing it. He tossed the top of the box aside as his eyes widened. Wrapped inside a white handkerchief he found a rusted thirty-eight caliber pistol with a rotted wooden grip. He took the pistol in hand and looked it over. 

Dan detected movement out of the corner of his eye at the edge of the master bedroom door frame. He spun to see who was there, but there was nothing. The short hairs on the back of his neck rose sending tingling sensations and uneasiness up and down his spine. 

Dan shoved the pistol into his blue jean cargo pants right thigh pocket. He rushed out of the closet, but the floor collapsed from under him.  He landed hard in the old house’s kitchen center island. It shattered on impact under his body weight. Pain ripped through Dan’s body as he had sprained his ankle, but he smiled afterward in the knowledge he could have died. 

Dan laid on top of the debris pile catching his breath he offered a middle finger to the hole in the ceiling above, “screw you.” Again, movement out of the corner of his vision caught his attention. His eye moved from the ceiling to the door across the room from him as an emotionally exhausted voice sobbed beyond the door. Dan carefully stood upright careful to not fully bare down on his injured ankle, “Hello?”

Dan made his way step by painful step to the door, “is someone in there?” The voice became clearer with each step until he could hear a young child’s voice sobbing loudly. “Are you okay,” he asked. “No, I can’t get out of here,” the voice called out. Dan spotted both rusted sliding latches and worn deadbolts on his side of the door. “Give me a second I’ll let you out,” Dan announced to reassure the child as he released the locks.

Dan stood before the source of his curiosity who laid beyond the abandoned house’s basement door. The tired old heavy dark wood door was easily five times older than the short blond-haired teenage boy. The door hinges struggled against the decades of rust which had eaten most of the metal leaving little behind to do the task someone created it for. 

Beyond this ancient door existed the source to the eerie voice which called out to his investigative nature. He opened the last lock and threw open the door expecting to discover a trapped child. A cold damp basement confronted Dan with a set of aged wooden stairs. 

Dan flicked the light switch, but nothing happened. Since there was no source of illumination Dan summoned his courage from bottom to top and descended. The creaking stair helped him lean against the smooth stone wall opposite the wooden rail of the stairs. After reaching the bottom, Dan called out into the cold damp darkness of the ancient basement, “Where are you?”

The basement door swung closed with a commanding BOOM. Dan spun around to examine the door, but the cold darkness was all that was to be observed by the teen. “Shit,” he yelled as he misstepped down upon his hurt ankle in the dark. His weight shifted as he staggered back across the basement ultimately tripping over something in the dark. He fell hard on the floor striking his forehead against the hard stone floor.

Dan slowly opened his eye discovering he was still in the dark. He pushed off the floor and felt the pull of the coagulated blood from his forehead that was clinging to the hard stone floor. Dan ground his teeth and groaned in pain at what he could only imagine the sensation of peeling off your skin would inflict on a person’s pain threshold.

Dan sat upright touching his forehead wondering how long he was unconscious each touch revealed more of his face caked in the blood that had dried to his face. He noticed enough time had passed that his eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dark basement. He could make out the rectangular ground level window covered in paper. He walked to the window and tore away the paper revealing a gibbous moon hanging high in the clear star-filled night sky above. 

Dan turned to see what could be revealed by the limited lunar illumination. The basement was empty save for him and a pile of sheets tucked beneath the stairs. He hobbled across the room to examine the pile. He used the side of the stair to balance himself as he searched through the sheets. His fears came to life as deep within the mountain he discovered the wrapped remains of a child not much younger than him.

Dan stepped away and gasped at the revelation, “fuck!” The boy’s body had rolled to face him due to the examination. The body was intact except for a single wound to the head. The wound tunneled from a small wound in the back of the boy’s head, but the exit wound was wide and had removed a section of the boy’s forehead.

Dan stared at the child’s body rubbing his own throbbing forehead, “poor kid.” The sobbing voice returned along with the ghostly basement inhabitant of the basement. At the foot of the body crouched the apparition of the deceased child. 

Dan swallowed the frog forming in his throat, “Hello?” The boy continued to sob but offered a short reply. His wavering voice chilled Dan to the bone sending the hairs on his arms standing, “Why can’t I leave?” Dan stared at the body in thought rubbing at his chin, “You can leave any time you want, can’t you?” The boy turned his gaze to meet Dan’s and shook his head, No. The boy's voice called out from beyond this world, “he won’t let me.” 

Dan raised an eyebrow, “He who?” The boy pointed upwards with a trembling finger. His eyes widened as the front door to the home burst open. Dan followed the heavy footsteps above as the dust fell from between the floorboards. The boy pressed a ghostly finger to Dan’s lips and begged, “Hush… If he hears you.”

The kitchen door crashed open slamming against the kitchen wall. A sensation of nausea and dizziness swelled up in Dan. The stairs sounded off as if a large person was descending them. Dan’s equilibrium failed as the world spun around him. He fell hard again to the floor as memories of the dead boy flooded into his mind. 

Dan’s mind fought with the memories. One second, he was the young boy playing in the basement. The next he was himself laying on the floor looking paralyzed watching as an elderly police officer stepped down into the basement. He was the boy again cringing as he could hear his mother and father fighting above. The boy jumped as a single gunshot rang out from upstairs. He could feel the tears swell and run down the corners of the boy’s face. 

Dan found himself looking at the police officer helpless. The officer loomed above Dan, “well, what do we have here? Looks like a very bad boy.” He was back in the boy’s memories as his father still in his police uniform walked down the steps. He could feel the fear the child was experiencing as his own father turned his service revolver on him. He felt the boy turn to run then swallowed by the darkness and a burning sensation in the back of his head. 

Dan was back in his body full and the world stopped spinning, “what do you want?” The police officer looked away to the remains of his son, “I can’t let a past mistake ruin my future. You’re not the first I have buried here to keep this secret.” The elderly officer slowly drew his pistol, but Dan would not become a statistic. He reached into his own pocket and pulled the pistol. The officer stepped away from Dan seeing the teen leveling a pistol at him as he sat upright.

Dan recalled this moment from a thousand police movie and as the officer attempted to distract him to take better aim at the teen. Dan pulled the trigger, CLICK. It shocked Dan to realize he never looked to see if someone loaded it. The old man smiled and took aim at Dan, “Goodbye kid.” Dan tried the pistol once more. The expression of shock and terror that filled the officer's face would make itself a part of Dan’s memory until the day he dies. Bang the gun roared after he pulled the trigger a second time surprising both Dan and the old man. 

The pistol jumped from Dan’s hand as the officer collapsed dead to the ground. The collapsing officer revealed a second officer who had followed the first down into the basement and watched a teen-aged gunman shoot and kill his partner.

There was no hesitation by Larry, Paul, Cheryl, or Laurie when they heard the gunshots ring out from the old house on Ackerman. The entire group fled the area as another police car turned onto the road. They hid in the wood line out of sight until they arrived back at the party. Once back at the party Paul, Larry, Cheryl, and Laurie swore to never speak about the events of Dan’s disappearance.