A Jack Steen Investigation Series
The Haunting Series
3 Books · Haunted Places · Things That Don't Stay Dead
A parapsychologist who doesn't believe in ghosts. A former TV psychic with something to prove. A student obsessed with ghost-hunting shows. Together, they investigate the places no one else will go — and find out that some things are worse than ghosts.
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Book 3
The Haunting of Ghost Asylum
The Haunting Series · Book 1
Thirty years ago, my brother went into the asylum. Only one boy came back alive.
No body was ever found. No one could explain what happened that night. I grew up knowing one thing — whatever was inside that building took him. Now, someone else has disappeared.
I'm a parapsychologist. I don't believe in ghosts. I believe in facts, evidence, and the truth behind the stories people tell to make sense of tragedy. So I'm going back.
With me are Gabriel, a former TV psychic with something to prove, and Riley, a student obsessed with ghost-hunting shows and everything they get wrong.
This isn't a haunting. It's something worse. And when the doors close behind us, I realise the truth too late — whatever lives inside that asylum… isn't done yet.
The Haunting of Murder Hotel
The Haunting Series · Book 2
First, there was the haunted asylum. Now, it's a haunted hotel.
Brad says the Brantley Hotel is haunted. Of course, he's also in prison for the murder of his wife while they were staying there. As a parapsychologist, it only makes sense that I check it out.
Gabriel believes Brad. Riley is just excited to stay at a haunted hotel. Me? I think way too many murderers try to claim possession as a way to excuse their actions.
My feelings changed when a ghost attacked me in the bathroom. And then again in my bedroom. And then again during a ritual. Turns out there were a lot of ghosts and a lot of dead bodies.
I should have listened to Brad.
The Haunting of Blood Manor
The Haunting Series · Book 3
First, there was the haunted asylum. Then, a haunted hotel. Now, there's a haunted manor.
Thomas Sutherland says it is haunted. He's been living with it for sixty-two years, which is either evidence or a very long commitment to self-delusion.
Riley wants data. Gabriel felt something before we even reached the gate. Me? I wanted to understand what happened to the investigator who came here five years ago. He stayed eighteen days instead of three. His blog ended mid-sentence.
Blood Manor isn't the kind of haunting that attacks you in the dark. It's the kind that gets inside you quietly. And by the time you notice, it's already been there for a while. I noticed too late.
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The Haunting of Ghost Asylum
Chapter One · Jake
Jake wipes his clammy palms against his jeans as his foot eases just enough off the gas pedal. Driving sixty down the dark, tree-lined dirt road isn't the smartest thing to do, regardless of David, his best friend, egging him on.
The last thing he wants to do is drive headfirst into one of these trees, thanks to a rut he can't see. His dad will kill him if he does, especially considering the old man helped buy this piece of junk.
"Slow down, asshole!" Mandy, David's girlfriend, barks out from the back. Jake glances at her through the mirror. She's got one hand touching the roof, the other giving him the finger.
Nice one. David sure knows how to pick them, doesn't he?
Is he going a bit fast, hitting the bumps too hard? Of course he is — but that's what makes it so much fun. Besides, from the ass-grinning smile on David's face, he's enjoying this.
Jake stops the car alongside the barbed wire fence surrounding the building. The police are dumb if they think that will stop anyone from going inside and checking things out. The stories about the sanatorium are too enticing not to see for yourself.
His leg bounces as he stares at the building up ahead. This place has a creep factor of off-the-scale, and from the way his heart thunders against his chest, he's surprised everyone in the car can't hear how scared he feels.
Coming here is a right of passage of sorts. What used to be a sanatorium for tuberculosis patients was then turned into a mental hospital for the criminally insane. Out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by mountains and a lake, in freaking northern Canada. Anyone who tried to escape died by natural causes — the wild animals, the cold. Those who didn't end up on the chopping block of some insane doctor and nurse duo who sold their organs on the black market for profit.
"Well, are we doing this or what?" Mandy opens her door and gets out.
They all exit the car and gather in a group, a nervous energy pulsing between them. The closer they get, the more Jake wants to run. Fear finger-walks its way up his spine, and he tries to suppress his shudder before anyone notices.
David grabs at the boards covering the door and, with Mandy's help, pries a few away. It doesn't take much for the remaining boards to pop off. David tries the door handle — turning it one way, then the other — when they all hear a loud click, and the door nudges open as if on its own.
David jumps back. "Dude, the door was locked."
The door slams shut. They jump, and Crystal quickly grabs Jake's hand, squeezing hard.
For one split second, Jake almost doesn't do it. A shudder runs over his skin the second he steps across the threshold — and Jake's reminded of a comic he'd just read, where a group of kids walk into the gaping maw of some grotesque creature and through the black hole of its mouth, they're swallowed and morphed into hell.
Someone or something is here with them. Watching him. Not just him — but all of them.
