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๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐จ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ก๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ช๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฉ , ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐โฆ
On the day it is due to be demolished , Seven bodies are recovered from Hellsleigh, the most infamous asylum in the country ,which has lay derelict for the last 30 years.
๐ฎ๐ฐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐น๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฟ:
On the eve of its planned demolition famed parapsychologist and author, Brandon Fiske and his team of paranormal investigators break into the abandoned hospital determined to find proof of its supernatural powers.
Local villager, Jason Hough whoโs past is connected to Hellsleigh returns for one last visit along with a group of university students in search of a place to party.
But neither groups are aware that they have entered Hellsleigh on a very special anniversary, a time of evil the building remembers only too wellโฆ
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ช๐จ๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐จ๐ก๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐.
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Extract
After Melanie had dragged him across the floor, heโd felt himself being tugged for a long time, until heโd been dragged upstairs, hitting his head on every step. Now, he had no idea where he was. He didnโt know how long heโd been strapped to this leather bed, or whatever it was; he couldโve been here for a matter of minutes for all he knew, however it felt like a lifetime. He tried swallowing. His throat was so dry, he wasnโt physically able to produce saliva. He cried out in pain, waiting to die. Why wasnโt he dead already? How could a person feel this much pain? It wasnโt fair! He wanted out.
Something squeaked to his left. It had to be a rat, or rats. He tried turning his head, like the act itself might somehow bring his sight back. He could feel his eyes were open; the only thing he could see was blackness, interspersed with shooting, bright white lights. Please, someone kill me, he tried saying.
There was a creak in front of him. He tried lifting his head.
โWilliam.โ The voice was familiar.
He wished he could see; it sounded like Brandonโs voice. He tried calling out to him, except his throat was too dry to produce any sounds. โBโฆโ Was all that escaped him. He lay back, praying for death to take him.
โHow are we today, William?โ The voice asked.
It was Brandon; he was certain of it. He wasnโt listening to the voice. All he could focus on was the stabbing pains all over his body; over his legs and feet; over his crotch and stomach. It felt like a million, a zillion, red hot pins and needles poking his skin simultaneously, taunting him, telling him death was near. It wasnโt near enough for him; he welcomed the relief.
The voice was still talking, not that he was listening. It was asking him what he knew about Annie? Heโd never met anyone called Annie before. It still sounded like Brandon. He tried speaking again. โB..R..A..Nโฆโ He couldnโt do it; it hurt his throat too much, each letter making his mouth drier and more painfulโฆ
Newman bent over, his face but centimetres from Williamโs. What had the matron said? That William had the mental age of a five-year-old? Not a bit of it; he knew he was in trouble. โDonโt look so worried, William, you havenโt done anything wrong,โ he said, seeing the fear in the ladโs eyes. โI just need to know what Annieโs been talking to you about,โ He stood up straight and looked down at the restrained young man. It was hard looking at that badly burnt face. โCome on now, you can tell me. Iโm your doctor, William, you can trust me. What have you been talking to Annie about? I promise, I wonโt be mad at you. In fact, Iโll even give you
sweeties if youโre a good boy and tell me what I want to know. You want sweeties, donโt you?โ
P..lโฆeaseโฆKโฆillโฆMe
Dion! Is that you? I can hear you. Where are you? I canโt see you! Whereโs Mel?
Newman gripped his ear, the ringing more like a drill in his head. He cried out in pain, fighting it, willing it to go away. And as quickly as it came on, it vanished. After tonight, he would visit his local doctor and see if there was anything he could do about it. After thirty seconds the ringing stopped, leaving him free to continue questioning William. โDonโt make me ask you again, William. If I have to, Iโll leave you with Nurse Baxter and Nurse Reid. You donโt want me to do that, do you? Focus, William, focus. Annie, what has she been talking to you about, hmm?โ
โI want my Mammy.โ William shook his head, tears rolling down his cheeks onto the headrest of the treatment chair. โI want my Mammy.โ
โNurse Baxter,โ he cried, as the door creaked behind him followed by footsteps. โIt looks like William here isnโt being very co-operative. I think he might need some more treatment. What do we do to uncooperative patients?โ Baxter walked up to Williamโs headrest and hovered over him, lowering his mouth to the young ladโs ear. Baxter creeped Newman out, which was partly why he needed him.
Thank you, D.C. Brockwell and Zooloo’s Book Tours
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About the author
Duncan Brockwell is a full-time dental technician from West Sussex. Having completed his course at Lambeth College in 2018, he started writing in his spare time. An avid gardener and part-time mixologist, he loves nothing more than relaxing at home with his wife, Beks and pure white rescue cat, Milly. Since Duncan started writing in 2018, he has written thirteen novels, nine of which have been, or are in the process of being published. Unlike a lot of authors, Duncan feels he is a hobby writer, toiling away on his purple couch in front of the TV in the evenings and weekends. He wants nothing more than for readers to enjoy his various offerings, ranging from romantic comedy (under pseudonym Katie Simpkins) to hardcore blood and guts horror and everything in between (Under either DC Brockwell or Duncan Brockwell).
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