Alastar Manor

A group of friends enter Alastar Manor to restore its crumbling walls. But as soon as they begin their work, the house begins to feed. Twisted shadows crawl through the halls, and the air grows thick with rot and death. The ghosts of past victims, mangled, mutilated, their bodies torn apart in unspeakable ways, stalk the friends, watching, waiting.
Bloodstains from ancient murders seep through the floors, and the screams of those who died violently in the manor echo in the dark. Decayed bodies crawl  through the halls, their limbs bent at unnatural angles, their hollow eyes following every move. Flesh, once torn apart in the house’s bloody past, reanimates in grotesque forms, twisting into nightmarish figures that torment the living. Each room they enter reveals scenes of brutal killings, victims left with their throats slit, organs spilled, and bones shattered, trapped forever in their final moments of agony.
Every step they take drags them deeper into the manor’s blood-soaked history, where only one person has ever escaped. The house shifts, trapping them in a maze of horror, and the ghosts of those who came before, mutilated and deformed beyond recognition, lunge at them from the shadows, screaming for release.
The friends quickly learn that Alastar Manor doesn’t want to be restored…it wants to feed.
Alastar Manor is a brutal plunge into paranormal horror, soaked in blood and gore, that will leave readers haunted long after the final page.
This novel promises a pulse-pounding journey where every creak could be the sound of someone, or something, coming up behind you, hungry for its next kill. Alastar Manor isn’t just a haunted house, it’s a paranormal slaughterhouse, and no one is safe.
For some houses…were never meant to be saved.