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eBook Category: Horror EPPIE Award Finalist
eBook Description: Kevin Shaw thought that he had lucked out when he inherited the big old house filled with valuable antiques. He soon finds, however, that the place is not only haunted, but is possessed by demons. His troubles really start when he falls in love with one of the ghosts.

eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, Inc, 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2004

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [936 KB], eReader (PDB) [177 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [160 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [142 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [182 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [198 KB], hiebook (KML) [418 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [247 KB], iSilo (PDB) [132 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [164 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [214 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [219 KB]
Words: 51053
Reading time: 145-204 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-59088-125-7

Something woke me in the middle of the night. I sat in darkness, listening. First nothing, and then a faint sound. A scratching. I grabbed my electric torch from the table next to the bed and sent the beam flashing in the general direction of the sound. I swept the beam across the room. Nothing there. The beam crossed one of the windows and then I brought it quickly back. There was someone--something--outside the window. I sprang from my bed to get a better look.

The figure outside my window was the grotesque semblance of a man--unnaturally thin, practically a skeleton. The emaciated face pressed hard against the glass, the left cheek flattened and the mouth distorted by the pressure. Its complexion was pale, greenish in hue. Lank black hair hung down, hiding much of the face. The only visible eye, bloodshot and baleful, stared straight at me. Clawlike hands scrabbled at the window, attempting to get in.

I knew what I was seeing was impossible. Beneath that window was a sheer wall, almost thirty feet high. There was no ledge of any kind under the window, or anything else that anyone could stand on. I had checked it once, in an anxious moment. Yet this thing was there, as if it were standing on solid ground.