Crooked
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Aug 22, 2020
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James came to New York in hopes of starting fresh, hoping the busy city would offer him a new life. James finds a decent place to stay while he works on his new novel. Meeting many new people, all of them making James feel quite welcome. He's able to settle in nicely. But James is quick to find out that all isn't as it seems. His dreams are plagued by nightmares that seem to follow him into the real world. He feels watched, the shadows seem to hold more than just darkness. Something waits for him, patiently. Will attempt to update chapters either monthly or bi-monthly. Enjoy!
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It wasn't supposed to be a rescue. It wasn't even supposed to be real. A drunken dare. A reckless chase. A twisted game. Harry and his friends entered the house with one thought-to take what wasn't theirs. But the moment they crossed the threshold, the game turned against them. The doors locked. The walls shifted. Their desires became chains, their laughter swallowed by silence. At first, they thought it was a man-a monster lurking in the dark, toying with them. But the deeper they went, the more the truth clawed at their sanity. The house was alive. And it wanted them to suffer. Time unraveled. Lust turned to regret. Hunger turned to madness. Their mistakes tightened like a noose, and soon, Harry found himself losing more than just his way. He was losing them. And the house was still watching. Because no one leaves until it is done with them. The House That Whispers

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