The House Always Wins

Jonathan McAllister's grisly family history has made him a legendary story-teller at parties. And perhaps it was the sight of those enthralled audiences hanging on to his every word that motivated him to immortalize those stories in what was sure to be a New York Times bestseller.
Convinced that he needs to be there in person in order to properly tell his tale, he journeys halfway around the world to visit the supposedly cursed farmhouse in which the gruesome murders took place, to walk in the footsteps of his ancestors.
But what he uncovers will turn his entire life upside-down.

EXCERPT

With no recollection of how he had gotten there, he found himself standing in the front yard a moment later, squinting at the antique fountain through the fading light of dusk. A cumbersome structure, it boasted a massive concrete bowl spanning some twenty-odd feet in diameter and almost three feet in depth, with pipes and valves leading down to a centrally-located nozzle which spouted the water almost five feet into the air.
It looks more like a little swimming pool than a fountain, his mind noted absently while his feet drew him closer. I bet you anything the kids used to swim in it, he wagered with himself around a silent chuckle as he reached the edge and peered down into the bowl.
The gentle ripples that danced along the surface of the water seemed to be calling to him, whispering his name in their quiet murmur. Entranced by them, he leaned over and plunged his fingertips into the shallow pool, and the scream that started in the back of his throat froze.
Suspended within a wintry vacuum, his body rigid with fear, he watched on in mute terror as a thick mist began rolling off the surface of the pool, its gray tentacles stretching, elongating, reaching ever outward until he was surrounded by a dense fog.

***WARNING***

This book contains themes which may be triggering for some, including the topic of familicide. Please continue only if you feel comfortable doing so.

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