Scott Heiland and Preston Knutford are sceptical paranormal investigators. After years of experience and countless cases all explained, they have stumbled across something much bigger than either one could imagine.
An elderly couple are convinced their home is haunted and are scared for the safety of their grandchildren. But when all of their tests leave them with evidence they can’t explain, can Scott and Preston not only find the answer … but believe it?
A bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, overpowering the street lights with a blinding flash of white. The old two story American Gothic Revival house stood amidst the torrential downpour. The steeply pitched central roof loomed over the street as a well-travelled black Range Rover drifted to the curb, towing behind it a trailer tent. Thunder rolled from miles away, the ground almost shaking, as Scott Heiland stepped down from the car under the cover of an umbrella. He stood for a moment, observing the house before him. The typical setting for my next paranormal investigation, he mused…
Keep readingThe dining room was at the back of the house. A long oak table surrounded by chairs sat in the centre, playing piggy-in-the-middle with a long serving hatch beside a swinging door into the kitchen, and a large dresser. The dresser stood alone, intricately carved and decorated with a series of collectors plates. “So … can you talk us through what’s been going on?” asked Scott as he sat down. Preston followed suit, pulling a notebook from his satchel and producing a fountain pen from his protected shirt pocket. “Besides the wind and the pranks, I’ve forgotten,” said Kevin. He…
Keep reading“You’ve got to learn not to talk to clients that way,” scolded Scott as he slipped into the passenger seat of the 2003 Range Rover. The car—which Scott had affectionately taken to calling Clarence—was a British right-hand drive model. He’d bought the vehicle on a whim, and decided to take it for a spin. Across Europe. Preston pushed through the fog on the windscreen, the sponge squeaking as it drew a path across the glass. “I told you they’d say it was witches.” The rain pelted the opposite side of the window, a constantly changing motif of streams and splashes.…
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