Brandy moved to New York three months ago, and is living in an apartment with Cindy, Derek and Ben. They are young and life is exciting. Things should be easy. Their apartment is old and haunted, leaving it a little on the creepy side. The landlord says it has history and history creates character, but how much character does one apartment need? The foursome decide to throw a party, something small and quaint. On the day of the party, they pull out an Ouija board, to see who has been causing trouble. Satisfied, they move forward with their plans.
A storm brews outside the windows, but this storm is different. It’s Friday night, the music is up and the guests have arrived. There are extra guests, but who invited them? Derek and the girls discover the spirits have invited themselves, but Ben, the sceptic, doesn’t believe them—until nobody gets to leave.
A deranged murderer and his killer mistress like to play with their prey, before the kill. A night of psychological games and murderous intentions lead these friends down a dark path.
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I am what they call a hybrid writer and new to the business. I have always enjoyed writing but never gave it any serious thought until 2016 when I started writing “The Darkest Side of the Moon.” Before that I mainly wrote poetry which has been published through The American Poet Society and is in their library. I also wrote lyrics for a few of paramounts musicians which is up for grabs in their country catalogue. Currently I'm working on 5 books, including the sequel to The Darkest Side of the Moon. I try to help animals as much as I can. I feed the strays in my area everyday, but there is too many to keep up to, I also have a line of products on redbubble for that very cause. I love Animals, nature, music, movies, and art of all forms. My dream is to be living somewhere with a view, where i can build my animal santurary, and a back yard for my puppy.
Right about now the folks from apartment 209 know someone is interfering with their lives, and that they might not get out of it alive.
They are not only scared but they are all confused, at this point there is no telling what is real and what isn't.
I was living in a crappy apartment when I wrote this, It might not of been this drastic but the place was a nightmare. That is where I drew my inspiration for this story, this will be a sequel.
The Crack of Evil
Brandy laid her hand against the window. She could feel the sand hit the glass. “We’re not getting out of here. Somehow, they are making it impossible for us. This storm is crazy! This is the third time it has changed. I think it is turning into some kind of sand storm. What does that mean? Why does it keep changing? Last time it changed, we nearly froze to death. I couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t. Could you?”