Ours by Regina Puckett

Regina Puckett
By Regina Puckett February 23, 2013 12:34

Ours by Regina Puckett


While Sheriff Wilson has no idea what really transpired the night twelve people were murdered in the old mental hospital during what was supposed to be a simple night of ghost hunting, he was at the scene moments after the lone survivor committed suicide. Now it’s a year later and a group of paranormal investigators want to set up a haunted house and invite the general public in that same abandoned mental hospital. How is he supposed to keep that many people safe from whoever or whatever killed the last group?

According to the author, this book contains more than two words of profanity per page.

The author has rated this book PG-13 (questionable content for children under 13).


“Alan, did you hear that?”

He was just about to ask Rhonda what she was talking about when he walked face first into a spider web. “Ugh!” He tucked his flashlight under his arm and wiped at his face.

Rhonda whispered. “What’s wrong?”

The sheriff didn’t stop long enough to answer but continued furiously wiping his face and head. It turned out to be a fruitless effort because no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t find any trace of the web. “I walked into a spider web. I hate spiders.” He finally gave up and pulled the flashlight out from under his arm and turned it on again. He focused its beam on the ceiling and tried to locate it so he could pull it down before accidently walking through it again. “Where’s that damn thing at? It has to be huge. It covered my entire face.”

Rhonda shined her light at his face. “I don’t see anything.”

He finally had to nudge her flashlight into another direction. “Thanks but you’re blinding me with that thing.”

“Sorry. I was just going to say that it’s not unusual to experience that sort of thing when you’re dealing with the spirit world. It feels like you walked into a spider web but there’s nothing there. I think it’s their way of making contact with us.” She tucked the flashlight under her arm and began playing around with the recorder’s controls. “Before the whole spider web incident I was asking you if you heard a voice.”

He found himself interested in spite of his earlier skepticism. “What do you think it said?”

The sound of the recorder rewinding was unusually loud in the musty laboratory. She grunted before answering. “I’m not sure. It sort of sounded like ‘souls’ or ‘so’. I’ll play it back to see if I can hear it in the tape.”

They both leaned in and held their breaths and waited. First there were Rhonda’s questions and then a hissed ‘souls’ followed her question. Chill bumps covered Alan’s entire body. It was a voice he recognized. One he would never forget as long as he lived.

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