The Haunting at Paradise House
If you were given the chance to become a powerful sorceress, would you leave behind everything you thought you knew?
When Addison is offered the position of her dreams through a mysterious phone call, she rises to the occasion and moves to the Florida Keys to a mansion called Paradise House. Footsteps from playful ghosts, a room of killer dolls, and an all too intelligent owl lead her to the mysteries that lie within the walls, to reveal the true reason behind her invitation. When dark forces get a hold of her and her patient, Addison is left with no choice but to take extreme measures to protect the ones she loves. Will Addison be able to acquire the necessary skills fast enough in order to protect her patient, and defeat the evil entities that thrive in the mansion?
Killian Wolf is a Miami, FL native who enjoys pirates, rum, and skulls as much as she loves writing about dark magick and sorcerers. She holds a Bachelor of Arts degree in Cultural Anthropology and Sociology and a Master of Science in Environmental Archaeology and Palaeoeconomy.
Killian writes books about obtaining magickal powers and stepping into other dimensions. She lives in England with her husband, a tornado of a cat, and the most timid snake you’d ever meet.
When she isn’t writing, you might find her at an Archaeological dig, rock climbing, or sipping on dark spiced rum while working on a painting.
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Extract from “The Haunting at Paradise House,” book one of “Reapers of the Veil”
By Killian Wolf
There was movement on the blankets by her feet. She couldn’t move her neck to see what was crawling up her legs. It felt like sharp pins inching their way up her body. In a panic, she tried to shake them off but was still unable to move.
Then a heavy weight pressed down on her chest and an icy cold breath snarled close to her face.
Her breathing stalled. Addison tried opening her mouth to scream but her lips were frozen shut, and no sound would come. Her eyes were heavy, but she tried to squint in order to make out the figure in the blackness. It was too dark. Whatever it was moved in closer to her head and smelled her hair.
Addison shut her eyes again as tightly as she could, holding her breath. Her insides jolted, and she felt a sharp pain pressing down on her stomach. What was that? Knives? The feeling shifted swiftly, and she caught the sharp movement of claws and a tail by her feet. Her heart skipped a beat.
She tried again to move and scream, but it was no use.
“Dax,” she screamed inside her head.
The creature moved towards her again and closed its large claws down on her neck. She screamed silently, gasping for breath. Her esophagus closed as the creature tightened its grip. Her mind grew hazy and her heartbeat slowed.
Then something happened. The creature let go. She felt it release its pressure, but she still could not move. What’s happening?
A buzzing sound vibrated in her ears, growing louder and louder, sending her eardrums to the point of bursting. The bedroom spun uncontrollably around her.
Then, she lifted. Am I dying?
Trying to peer through the darkness, she looked for some sort of sign. The buzzing had finally stopped, and everything went silent. She ascended completely above her body, but there was no bright light.
It was still dark only now she could finally make out the details of the room. Her room. She was still there.
Addison could finally move again. She spun around, her arms wrapping around herself effortlessly. She felt lighter than a feather. Looking into the mirror in front of her bed, she saw herself, only it did not look like her. The person floating in the mirror before her was smaller than expected, like a floating ghost. Despite her bodiless form, she shivered. Am I dead?
She looked down at her hands. They were tiny, and blue. They left a trail that followed as she moved. Addison’s mouth dropped as she counted only four fingers in each hand.
Glancing down at the bed, her eyes widened at the hand lying beside her. She jumped, which almost sent her flying to the ceiling.
Who is that? She tried to nudge the hand, but it barely moved. It was heavy, stiff and cold. Addison gasped at the strange sensation. The hand beside her was hers. She looked down and saw her lifeless body lying on the bed, covered with scorpions. I died? How can I be dead?
It took her a moment to process the situation. There was being choked…then there was the paralysis…the beast. She turned again, slowly.
And there it was.
The first thing she noticed was its size despite it being almost as black as the room. Its chest was larger than her head. Its flaming red eyes burned with emptiness and wrath. It opened its elongated jaw to show its long sharp fangs, snarling at her. Its face was menacing. Too frightened to move, they stared at each other for a moment. Can it still hurt me?
The creature backed itself into position like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. That’s when she jolted back. Addison flew up to the ceiling and the beast darted after her. I can fly? I’m flying! Addison flew through the door and out of the room. She didn’t want to look behind her, so she hid in the first place she spotted, under a table behind the family room couch.
She closed her eyes and waited. If she had a pulse, she knew it would be off the charts right now. Oddly enough, she could still feel her heart beating. The silence surrounding her was intense. The house felt completely lifeless. She opened her eyes as if expecting the creature to have gone away. The room looked empty. Is it gone? Addison heard breathing coming from behind her. Oh no… She turned around hoping that it had been her imagination.
The creature was there, its mouth gaping. It licked his lips and leaped towards her.
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