Devyn placed her
grandmother’s antique doll in the rocking chair by the bed. “That’s it. All
unpacked.” She straightened, giving her back a rub.
“Here, let me.” Cole
wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her neck a kiss.
She smirked. “How is
that helping my back?”
“I’m only getting
started.” He kissed her neck again.
“Maybe after you take a
“Is that your way of
telling me I stink?”
Smiling, she twisted to
face him and patted him on the cheek. “Shower.”
He peeled his shirt off
and walked into the washroom.
“Man, it’s cold in
here.” She checked the air conditioning. “Off? Hmm…Hey, Cole, does it feel cold
in here to you?” She turned back to the room. The doll’s head was now facing her.
“That’s weird. I could have sworn it was…” She shrugged and headed for the
door. Stopping in the doorway, she swung back. The doll now sat in the middle
of the bed. “What the…?”
She went back to the
bed and picked up the doll. “How did you get there?” She set it back on the
rocking chair and headed for the door. Creaking came from behind her, and she
spun around. The chair was rocking on its own. “Cole?” She rushed into the
“You say something?”
Cole poked his head out from behind the shower curtain.
“The chair, it—” she turned
to the rocker, but it was perfectly still. “Would you…like me to fix you a
“How about some of that
white wine we picked up today. It should go great with the roast chicken and
“You read my mind.” She
forced a smile and went down into the kitchen. “Starting to imagine things.
You’re working too hard, Devyn. I think it’s about time you relaxed with a nice
big glass of wine.” She poured
herself a glass and took a gulp. “Ah, that hits the spot.” She set the glass to
the left of the sink and opened the fridge. Taking the potato salad out, she
then got the plates out of the cupboard. The glass of wine was now sitting on
the right side of the sink. “I put it on the left. I know I did.” She took
another drink, and then set it once again on the left side of the sink.
“You almost done? I’ve
got the chicken warming in the oven, and I don’t want to take it out if you’re
“I’ll be down in a
“Okay, I’m dishing up
the food now.” She poured him a glass of wine and took the chicken out of the
oven. Putting the food out on the plates, she then reached for her wine. The
glass was not in the kitchen. She opened the fridge. “Nope, not in there.” She
closed the door. “This is ridiculous. I know I didn’t carry it out of the
kitchen. I didn’t leave the kitchen.” She wandered the ground floor, but the
glass of wine was no where to be found. “What the hell?” Coming back into the
kitchen, she pulled up.
Resurrection: The Legacy of Starke House The Demon Series Part 3
Cole Pearson finds a great deal on a house, he can’t believe his luck. A new
job, a new town, a new house…life couldn’t be better. His wife, Devyn, however,
thinks it’s too good to be true.
sooner than they move in, than objects begin to move from where they were
placed, and Devyn quickly realizes the reason the price was so reasonable.
Getting a dog to keep Devyn company, while he is out of the house, seems the
answer to Devyn’s problem, or so Cole believes. Only the dog, like Devyn,
doesn’t want to go in the house, and Devyn wants to leave.
the house, as Cole is about to discover, is the least of their problems. And
what lies ahead…in the dark…in the basement…is something Cole never expected.
In this second book in the Red Door series, we find teenager Jesse Miller deciding to throw a party at the Starke house for his friends. The day he picks turns out to be the fiftieth anniversary to when teenager Max Jensen entered the house. Jesse wants to do a ritual to raise the dead to entertain his friends and fellow classmates while everyone is at the party. The only problem is things don’t go as well as he anticipates. James has a very creative imagination and exceeds at truly scaring the wits out of readers. Details are so vivid and characters are so humanistic that you can see everything play out before you while you’re reading along.
My heart was slamming in my chest when Jesse performed the ritual and I started to see that things were quickly getting out of control. I don’t know what would possess anyone to even want to enter the Starke house considering how many murders happened in that house, but Jesse definitely got in way over his head on this little prank he pulled on his friends and classmates. If you’re looking for an author to scare the wits out of you without having to leave your house to go to a theme park or attraction, then James is definitely the horror author to look into. I highly recommend this story to other readers and hope James is penning more stories as I write this review.
She took a step closer.
Crossing her arms, she looked up at the building. “What did you call this place
“The Starke house.”
“And you say some serial
killer lived here over fifty years ago?”
“And he buried twelve
boys in his basement?”
“You can check for
yourself, if you don’t believe me.”
She studied him, her
blonde hair falling down into her eyes. “I just might do that, Mr. Miller.”
Jesse’s grin widened.
“You haven’t heard all of it.”
“You’re telling me
there’s more to this story?”
“You have no idea.”
Lowering his voice, he
leaned in. “It’s been said, Starke killed a teen in this house, in 1962.”
“Didn’t you say he was
executed, in 1956?”
“Let me guess. His
ghost rose up from Hell and slayed him.”
He shrugged. “To be
honest, I think it was the demon.”
Taylor’s brow furrowed.
“I read Starke made a
deal to raise his little brother from the dead—if he sacrificed thirteen boys to
if there was some sort of pact with a demon to raise Starke’s little brother,
then when this teen—”
paused. “If Max Jensen was killed by
this demon, as you say, wouldn’t that have completed the pact?”
“Now that you mention it, there were stories of a five-year-old
kid found wandering the streets, that same night. The kid was the spitting
image of Starke’s little brother.”
her brow furrowed. “But why Max? Surely, people have gone into the cellar
before that day.”
bag, a knife, and a chip of wood were found just inside the door. The knife had
blood on it. They think he was trying to take a piece of the door and cut
he bled on the ground.” She nodded. “You’re not saying you actually believe any
corner of Jesse’s mouth curled. “You want to know what happened to the little
kid, don’t you.”
never said…” She pursed her lips. “Okay, what happened to him?”
was adopted by the people who found him. Wasn’t long after that they moved.
From time to time, for years after, a reporter would track him down and dredge
the whole Starke thing up, to make a fast buck. But, after some time, he
dropped off the map.”
as far as you can tell, he’s just some regular Joe.” She hesitated. “What I
don’t get is why Max was down there in the first place? What was he doing trying
to take a piece of the door?”
“My best guess? Someone
bullied him into it.”
“What can I say? Things
never change, it seems.” He sighed. “But, like I said, check it out for
yourself, if you don’t believe me.”