Silent Death by Ron Ripley : Supernatural Horror with Scary Ghosts & Haunted Houses (Haunted Village Series Book 8)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 280 Kb
Silent Death : For Subject B, death is only one scream away…
As war veteran Marcus Holt and the others struggle to escape Worthe’s haunted village, they find themselves stalked by a new enemy.
A paranoid psychotic, this demented soul hears voices in her head and is convinced that people are talking about her. Armed with her hatchet, she is determined to murder everyone in the village to silence them all. No matter how far they run, this maniacal spirit is always one step behind them, listening for the slightest sound…
But this deadly specter isn’t the only foe they must face. The sadistic Professor Worthe has set his eyes on one of the subjects, with orders to eliminate anyone who gets in the way.
Marcus must find a way to save him at all costs. But he is exhausted, battered, having fought against the worst nightmares imaginable and suffering grievous injuries in every battle. Death is coming for Subject B and his friends. And this time he may be powerless to stop it…
“He shrugged the feeling off and moved closer to the fence. Soon, he was within a few feet of it, gazing at the strange little village beyond it. Three prisoners in the village?
As the question crossed his mind, the back door to a low, single-story home opened up. A tall, thin woman stepped out, and Boris found himself grinning at her.
Oh, so this is what the client wants hidden, is it? Boris moved closer to the fence, the young woman noticing him in spite of his attempt to move quietly. He hesitated, straightened up, and said in English, “Hello.”
She smiled at him, a look both beautiful and seductive. “Hello to you.”
Boris dragged up what little English he knew, asking, “How you, this day?”
“I’m fantastic,” she said, taking a step closer, her hands held coyly behind her back. “What brings you here?”
“Work,” Boris replied proudly.
“Are you new?” she asked politely. “I don’t remember seeing anybody so hot here before.”
Boris chuckled. “I new. Yes. Started today.”
“I love your accent,” she murmured. “You’ve got a great voice.”
“You like?” he asked.
“What language do you speak?” she asked, and he heard a hitch in her voice.
“Russian,” he answered.”