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Heather Daughrity

Heather Daughrity loves all things macabre, dark, autumnal, supernatural, and horrific.
 

She lives on the East Coast with her husband, author and publisher Joshua Loyd Fox, where together they spend their days reading, writing, and being blissfully bookish.
 

She writes horror - the quiet, creeping, psychological kind, full of moaning wind, shifting shadows, and psychological pain.  When she's not writing, she works as a freelance editor, helping authors make their stories the best they can be.

 

Heather loves digging in the dirt, hiking in the woods, whipping up delicious desserts in the kitchen, and generally soaking up all the weird and wild beauty of the world.

In 1823, Josiah Hale built his family a grand home in the sultry heat and blinding glare of the Deep South. It wasn’t long before the shadows crept in. Now, two hundred years later, this grand home stands forlorn, abandoned, blank windows reflecting only darkness.

"I think this must really be the most comprehensive book about a haunting I've ever read... And the writing all adds up to what is probably the strongest writing in any anthology I've read." 

-- Josh Malerman, author of Bird Box

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For 150 years, the diseased, the deranged, and the dying came to Lychhurst Hospital for comfort and healing. What they found there was something far more sinister.

"There's a room waiting for you at the end of this anthology, trust me. Lychhurst still has so many more stories to tell..."

-- Clay McLeod Chapman, author of Ghost Eaters

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Every year on October 13th, a celebration is held in the lavish ballroom of the opulent Hotel Ethel. Built in the wake of the great 1906 San Francisco earthquake, founded by a d̶i̶a̶b̶o̶l̶i̶c̶a̶l̶ ̶c̶o̶v̶e̶n̶ beloved group of socialite women, the Ethel holds the secrets--and ghosts--of saints and sinners alike. The time has come for the 115th Grand Founder's Ball, and you are invited to attend, to explore not only the fabulous ballroom but all the well-appointed rooms and never-ending corridors of San Francisco's most infamous hotel. Just remember... at the Ethel, you're never alone.

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West Coast, 1926. Construction begins on a road that will travel the width of the country. Over the next one hundred years, millions of travelers will drive the road known as Route 50: honeymooners, families on vacation, and people setting out for new lives in new places. But the road is not always a happy place. This road has known more than its fair share of trouble, and that amount of trouble is bound to create something evil. Unwary and unfortunate travelers find themselves off the real road and on a whole new kind of trip when they inadvertently access the Phantom Highway. How does it happen? A wrong exit, a momentary drift into sleep, a portal, a state of mind? No one is sure, but once you're on the Phantom Highway, you're on it for good. Along the endless miles of hot asphalt, amid the roadside attractions and the boundless forests and the uncountable miles of corn and wheat fields, horrors lurk. Tragedy and terror, murder and misfortune fills the empty miles. The road is littered with the detritus of the living, with abandoned places and forgotten people. Come travel with us. Your destination is dead ahead, and the scenery is to die for.

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Spook Hollow - Volume 1 The Ozarks—an ancient mountain range comprised of tree-covered summits and mist-filled hollows. But the Ozarks are more than just stone and soil, lake and tree. This is a landscape drenched in dreams and old magic. Folklore abounds, traditions linger, and superstition grips the land like a fist. Old women mix tinctures in backwoods cabins. Mysterious creatures of every shape and size stalk the forests. Long-forgotten powers rise and shift in the fog. From that fertile soil spring the thirteen tales of Spook Hollow: Tales of Ozark Horror, Volume One. In these pages, you will find heartbreaking hauntings, hollow-eyed preachers, mysterious structures, wise old cats, nameless graves, cryptids—the Howler, the Gowrow, and more—and grannywomen aplenty. So, grab your walking stick and strike out into the ancient forests, labyrinthine tunnels, and haunted hollers of the Ozarks. Bring your salt and your sage and your courage—you’ll likely need all three.

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