The second part of A Jinx on Hallow’s Eve.
Drew is the only living person that made it out of the Henley’s mansion, but when Stan, a construction CEO, was assigned to demolish the evil dwelling, Drew had to tell him what sinister is really behind those walls, and what it does to those that enters. The secret to destroying the Henley’s mansion is not a task that comes lightly, and a sacrifice has to be made to get rid of a sinister place like that mansion.
Will Stanley and Drew have what it takes to finally get rid of the place, or does Mr. Henley have another trick up his sleeve?
The cover is only temporary as it’s still under construction.
Excerpt of A Jinx on Hallow's Eve
I was the last one in the house.
The music speakers of the band were still there. Trash of beer cans, and a keg was still standing in the middle.
“Cool, someone threw a party here,” Jonathan spoke and went to the keg.
It would be empty, but to my surprise, thick black yuck came pouring out of it.
“Awesome,” Brandon laughed.
I saw how they all reached for it and took gulps of the black yuck.
“Come have some Drew.”
“No,” I said, just staring at his face, filled with that black yuck. Dripping down his chin. Did it look like beer to them?
He stared at me. The smile on his face was gone.
“What is it with you tonight, what is it with this house that makes you feel so brave.”
I sighed, not phased by him at all.
“You want to strike me, go ahead.”
“You heard me, show your friends what a real man is like.” I taunted him. “Strike me. You wanted to.”
“Hey, guys, ‘c’mon Drew.” Jonathan stopped us. “It’s supposed to be a night filled with scary stories and memories. Don’t fight.”
I don’t know why Johnathan was his friend. He was decent, but he was a fucking cheat too. Was here with his mistress and not his wife.
Brandon huffed at me. “Lead the way, princess.”
He shoved me from the back, and I stumble into the first few steps I took.
I walked into the direction of the ballroom.
I switched on the light and froze.
The candles were already lit, the symbols were drawn on the floor with chalk. It felt like yesterday.
“So, we are doing this or what?” The bimbo with the brown hair said.
“Oh, I would like to do you right here,” David grabbed her, and they both laughed.
“Drew,” Brandon flicked his fingers in front of me. “What are you staring at.”
I looked back, and the candles and symbol drawn by Toni and Amy were gone. It just disappeared.
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