A Sincere Warning About The Entity In Your Home (A Novelette)
Jason Arnopp
Language: English
Pages: 41
ISBN: B009TAQWKE
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
"Dear friend,
This is no chain letter, hoax or prank.
It is a sincere warning about your home and the entity which dwells within.
Your home has been haunted for quite some time..."
A NEW CONCEPT IN FEAR...
Imagine a supernatural horror story in which the paranormal activity happens within YOUR home.
As you read the story, it is your own home you'll be imagining.
The 10,000-word short story A SINCERE WARNING ABOUT THE ENTITY IN YOUR HOME is presented as an anonymous letter to YOU, which has been sent to your address. It details the terrifying events which happened in your home and which continue to this day.
You have inherited a curse and are being preyed upon by a terrifying apparition. This letter from the previous resident advises you how to cope, while detailing the unthinkable ordeal they suffered before you.
A SINCERE WARNING ABOUT THE ENTITY IN YOUR HOME is the ultimate way to scare yourself at home, because it's the only ghost story which takes place IN your home. Dare you read it?
"This book ruined my night and got me out of bed an hour early. Powerful stuff indeed! Jason Arnopp owes me sleep!" – Michael Thompson, reader
"Superb stuff, little hooks and phrases keep popping into my forebrain at 3am to make me anxious. Brilliant read, and a steal at this price" – 'Skippa', Amazon UK reviewer
"The creepiest thing I have read in an age. I read half of it and woke up gasping for breath!" – reader Stuart Lemon, Oxfordshire, UK
"Highly original, chilling tale. I made the mistake of reading it alone, after dark, and couldn't sleep afterwards... Thoroughly and terrifyingly enjoyable" – reader Marjorie Taylor, Wiltshire, UK
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jason Arnopp is the writer of the forthcoming Orbit Books novel The LAST DAYS OF JACK SPARKS (2016). He has also written the acclaimed 2012 horror novella BEAST IN THE BASEMENT (also available in the Kindle Store), Lionsgate US supernatural horror movie STORMHOUSE and official fiction for the worlds of DOCTOR WHO, SARAH JANE ADVENTURES and FRIDAY THE 13TH. He lives in Brighton, UK.
will be your friends. You may often dream of the colour blue, which must be attributable to the wretched hue of the spirit’s eyes. It is almost certainly a sign of him feeding while you sleep. If you would understandably rather not see Josef, wear a thick eye mask while attempting to sleep. Never look yourself in the eye in reflections for more than five seconds. I believe Josef naturally dwells in glass and various reflective surfaces. Perhaps, back in 1898, the child’s spirit leapt into the
see, he’s an expert at talking about himself in the third person. BY THE SAME AUTHOR BEAST IN THE BASEMENT: A NOVELLA “I reached a certain point and wanted to stop and applaud my Kindle. On a tube train” – SEBASTIAN PATRICK, writer/editor of the official RED DWARF website. "When the biggest turn in the story occurred, I actually exclaimed (out loud with great exuberance), ‘Holy shit, that's so fucking clever!’” – MICH MASOCH, CHS REGIME This psychological suspense-thriller is
careful type I always kept one there, wherever I was in the world. As my bare feet touched the floor (which was carpeted in those days – you or an agent may since have had this removed), I shivered, expecting something to grab me. When nothing did, I rose to my feet. I crept around to the foot of the bed and examined the area where I’d seen that figure. Even shone the torch on it. I surveyed the floor and everywhere else I could think of. I found nothing. I had no idea of what I was even
possessed. The thought shook me, as the light at the end of my tunnel winked out of existence. Outside, the sun had already begun its descent. I watched shadows lengthen. Night ominously drew closer with every jittery heartbeat. I wanted to lay a trap for Josef. Stretching out on the bed, I feigned sleep. This was harder than it might sound. Every fibre of my being was so cooked that I could easily fall headlong into genuine torpor. It took immense self control and constant mental
I was denied oxygen for increasingly long stretches. I was completely powerless. I could live or die, entirely at Josef’s discretion. The one thought which gave me hope throughout that whole, terrifying ordeal? It was in Josef’s interests to let me live. When it finally ended, maybe two hours later, I was a sobbing wreck. My body was all but numb. I groaned, moving slowly and awkwardly as I reached to turn on a light. Getting dressed took some time, but I was determined to get out of that