The Mystery House

Ellen has always been practical, skeptical, grounded in reality. But when strange occurrences escalate and long-buried records surface, even she can’t ignore the truth: the house is holding onto something. Decades earlier, the property operated as a private medical residence for women—patients declared unstable, difficult, or hysterical. Their diagnoses were signed. Their confinement justified. Their stories erased. Until now.

Ellen and her two best friends share a mid-life crisis by hatching a plan to renovate an 1860s Greek revival in the nearby historic district of San Antonio. Although Ellen isn't one to believe in ghosts, she comes face to face with something inexplicable in the attic. Her ghost-enthusiast friends convince her that they must help the spirit find closure, and as they dig deeper into the past, they uncover a shocking history that someone in the neighborhood doesn't want exposed. But Ellen and her friends don't give up easily.

Over three hundred lives were lost in Tulsa in 1921. But some stories were never laid to rest. When Ellen, Sue, and Tanya travel to Oklahoma for a wedding, they stumble upon an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Tulsa’s revitalized arts district—an enormous structure with a violent history and a price too low to ignore. Locals claim it’s haunted. They’re right. Inside its walls, whispers echo through empty hallways. Phones die without warning. A presence demands to be heard.

Tanya is not herself. The nightmares. The voice that sometimes sounds like someone else. When Ellen and Sue realize their friend may be spiritually attached to something beyond their understanding, they follow its trail to New Orleans—where faith, folklore, and history intertwine in the shadow of one of the city’s most infamous houses. The Lalaurie Mansion. There, guided by the careful wisdom of a Voodoo priestess, they begin to uncover the truth behind a long-buried injustice—one tied to Madame Delphine Lalaurie’s documented cruelty and a child whose remains were never properly laid to rest.

Still grieving the sudden loss of her husband, she agrees to travel with Sue and Tanya to Portland, Oregon, to help a wealthy businessman whose brother has vanished during the renovation of a historic carriage house. The building is beautiful. It’s profitable. And it sits above something far darker than anyone expected.

When Boulder City is inundated with strange occurrences, the local, state, and federal authorities come up emptyhanded. Motivated by heart-wrenching appeals on Sue's blog, Ellen and her friends offer to help. But the pressure's on like never before when their paranormal investigation is met with scrutiny at every turn, especially when they discover, with the help of a one-hundred-year-old ghost, a sickening coverup from the days of the building of the Hoover Dam.

When Sue falls in love with a dilapidated farmhouse near East Glacier Park Village—on land belonging to the Blackfeet Nation—she sees opportunity: sweeping mountain views, one hundred acres of forest, and the chance to create a retreat near Glacier National Park. The tribe sees something else. The property has stood vacant for decades, abandoned after a string of tragedies no one can explain. Families fled. Children suffered. And the land itself seems unwilling to be claimed.

When Ellen McManius impulsively purchases a mid-century fixer-upper in Santa Fe as a private art retreat, she hopes for solitude—time to rediscover herself in a new marriage and in a city famous for reinvention. Instead, she discovers that her property borders a ravine known locally as Suicide Bridge. The first cry for help comes at dusk. A woman’s voice from below the bridge. A name whispered through the darkness: Angie Cole.

During a Christmas Eve wedding at the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, North Carolina, Ellen and her friends are visited by multiple ghosts. The spirits have come to tell their stories to right the wrongs that history has done to their memories. Each of them died in Asheville with their voices stifled. One spirit is particularly adamant and threatening, despite her small size, and her mood fluctuates like the mountain winds surrounding the great estate. She claims to be the ghost of Zelda Fitzgerald, and she wants her story told, even if she has to kill to make it happen.

When Ellen travels to Asheville for her son’s wedding at the Biltmore Estate, she hopes for peace, celebration, and a fresh beginning for her growing family. But the moment she steps onto the historic grounds, she senses it—the weight of unfinished stories lingering beneath the grandeur. Soon, Ghost Healers, Inc. finds themselves surrounded by spirits who refuse to remain silent. Among them is one presence both fragile and fierce—a woman claiming to be Zelda Fitzgerald. Brilliant. Overshadowed. Misunderstood. Determined to have her story told. But Zelda is not the only voice seeking justice.

Tanya’s sixtieth birthday is supposed to be a celebration. Instead, it becomes a battle. When Ellen secures a secluded bungalow on Quileute land near Forks, Washington, the women expect ocean views, quiet beaches, and a little Twilight-tour fun. What they get is something far older—and far angrier.

When Sue purchases a quiet home on Kestrel Court, she expects a holiday retreat steeped in history. Instead, she and her friends begin sensing a presence—a shadow that follows them through Revolutionary landmarks and into the woods behind their new house. At first, the spirit calls itself Lucy. Then it warns them to leave. When a locked shed on the property is finally breached, the women uncover a hidden cellar—and a shocking discovery: dozens of skeletal remains and a trunk filled with Revolutionary-era artifacts.

When Ellen, Sue, and Tanya escape to a historic beachfront mansion in Biloxi, Mississippi, they expect margaritas on the balcony and sunsets over the Gulf—not a violent haunting. From the moment they arrive, something in the house makes its presence known. Objects shift. Doors slam. The air turns ice cold. And the spirit tethered to the property is not a gentle soul seeking peace. He is angry. As the women dig into the home’s past, they uncover ties to one of the Gulf Coast’s darkest chapters: organized crime, orphan exploitation, and the shadowy reign of the Dixie Mafia.

When Ellen, Sue, and Tanya are hired to help design a bed and breakfast on a newly reemerged island, they expect local legends and quirky folklore—not bodies. But before construction even begins, a young woman’s corpse surfaces near Antelope Island. Then another is discovered in the mud of Jensen Island, weighted down and hidden. As the women investigate, they uncover a chilling history: a long-vanished bridge, serial deaths from the 1890s, a mysterious journal that has gone missing, and a pattern of suicides exactly thirteen years apart at the nearby Bigelow Hotel.

When Ellen, Sue, and Tanya travel to Hot Springs, Arkansas, to cleanse a seemingly mischievous Airbnb, they expect misplaced keys and flickering lights—not ancient voices rising from the natural springs. But when Ellen begins hearing words in Cherokee—words she’s never learned yet somehow understands—the case takes a darker turn. The water speaks of a curse. Of treasure. Of something buried beneath the Ouachita Mountains long before the bathhouses, before the wax museums, before Al Capone’s tunnels carved through the earth.

When a young family inherits a stunning mountain home outside Telluride, Colorado, they believe they’ve found paradise—six thousand square feet of glass and timber perched above a snow-draped valley. Instead, they inherit the nightmares. Every night, armed men drag them from their beds. Every night, they are forced into the snow at gunpoint and marched into the dark. Desperate for answers, they call Ellen, Sue, and Tanya.

When the Ford Motor Company contacts Ghost Healers, Inc. with an urgent request, Ellen, Sue, and Tanya travel to Greenfield Village in Dearborn, Michigan, where tourists have begun hearing disembodied voices near the historic Farris Windmill. What starts as a haunting quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. A shadow in a black hat. A voice from a phonograph. A plea for help from beyond the grave. As the trio digs into the village’s history, they uncover a connection to Thomas Edison—one that involves guilt, ambition, and a secret experiment that should never have been attempted.

When Sue persuades her husband to purchase a Victorian estate outside Branson, Missouri—rumored to conceal the lost treasure of Civil War bushwhacker Alf Bolin—she expects a festive renovation project. She does not expect a body in the upstairs bedroom. Nor does she expect the woods below the house to whisper. As Ellen, Sue, and Tanya prepare to restore the 1918 mansion over the Christmas holidays, they quickly discover the haunting isn’t harmless. A volatile sprite stalks the halls, guards the surrounding Murder Rocks, and makes one thing terrifyingly clear: The treasure stays buried.