Mitch Hale, a college student, moves into an apartment on the nicest street in Boston, Commonwealth Avenue. The deal was too good to pass up, almost too good o be true; but Mitch isn't about to let this apartment slip out of his fingers, so he jumps on it. After moving in he begins to feel a eerie feeling, like being watched when he knows that he's the only one in the apartment, or feeling like someone, or something else, is there with him. As his curiosity rises so do his curious questions and research, Mitch's curiosity turns into a terror and horror at the finding of the truth of Apartment 13A. Michael Hall's literal debut, Apartment 13A, will be expanded and self-published in 2015. The release date for the expanded version on Apartment 13A is March 25, 2015. It will be available on Amazon. Preorders start on Friday The 13th of February; all preorders will be signed copies.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

#2 in Horror. /02.23.16/ I hear footsteps approaching me, pacing faster and faster making me look back quickly. I see a man in a black fabric mask wearing all black clothing. I widen my eyes beginning to run in the snow making my feet heavy. "Help! Somebody help me!" I scream in a cry looking around to find nobody on sight. "Help!" I scream trying to run faster hoping somebody would hear my cries. My throat became sore from the cold quickly making it harder to breathe freely. "Help me! Somebody!" I hear the tall figure run behind me feeling a grip on my hair. My white ski hat fell into the ground covered in snow. The man groans pulling my hair towards him making me collapse. "No, stop!" I scream struggling from his grasp, punching and kicking aimlessly. "Shhh." The man whispers into my ear grabbing onto my wrists starting to cuff them. "No!" I scream twisting and turning trying to bite the man's arm. The man doesn't say much. The only thing I hear is his heavy breathing. He starts to shackle my ankles together as I lay a full blown kick into his face making him groan in pain holding onto his nose on top of the mask. "Help me, somebody!" I keep yelling as he kicks me in the stomach and takes out a clothed bag from his coat pocket putting it on my head covering my face. He ties it up from the back tightly making my neck feel pressured. "Please." I whimper. "You don't have to do this." I cry admitting defeat. "Night, night." He chuckles hitting me behind the head making me loss consciousness. WARNING: Will contain very disturbing content. This book is not for individuals who are sensitive to these topics. (Rape, torture, etc.) Read at your own risk. THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT

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