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Four victims. One locked room. No way in. No way out. When Mr Gregory Winter agrees to spend a single night in a supposedly haunted shed for a hundred guineas, he’s desperate, in debt, and convinced it’s just a story. By morning, he’s dead—his throat slit, the door locked from the inside. Inspector Featherby is no stranger to murder. But this? This is something else. With each body found in the same chair, in the same impossible conditions, the case becomes a chilling puzzle with no solution. The only link between the victims: a gentleman named Noah Spencer—and a shed with a taste...

Ashcroft Hall breathes again. The house wakes to new voices, new footsteps… and new rituals. Dana Holloway, housemaid and quiet shadow of the great estate, has perfected the art of silence. Her tea is flawless. Her hands are steady. Her record—spotless. Until the arrival of young Felix Weatherby, a boy with bright eyes, a sketchbook, and an unhealthy fascination with the woman behind the silver tray. As Dana’s control begins to slip, a second voice whispers from the shadows of her mind—and the silver pendant at her throat tightens like a noose. The rituals must continue. The second ...

A chilling inheritance. A pair of gloves. A deadly compulsion. London, 1847. Francis Letterby inherits £5,000—and a strange condition: he must wear a pair of gloves every evening. But the gloves don’t just fit—they control. As the bodies pile up, Francis must confront the sinister truth behind his uncle’s legacy… and his own.

On Halloween night, Nurse Brenda Glenford arrives at Ashcroft Hall, a house heavy with silence and old decay. Among its shadows she encounters a figure whose gaze lingers too long, a presence both unsettling and magnetic. The masquerade promises festivity, but beneath the masks something darker stirs. At Ashcroft Hall, the past is never gone—and not every stranger is an enemy.

She wakes before the bell. She cleans in silence. And she kills with care. Ashcroft Hall, 1852. Housemaid Dana Holloway is quiet, meticulous, and always overlooked — which suits her perfectly. When she discovers an old necklace hidden in the attic, something ancient awakens within her. A stillness. A purpose. One cup of tea at a time, Dana begins to set things right. Elegant, unsettling, and steeped in gothic atmosphere, The First Cup is a psychological horror tale of hidden rituals, historical revenge, and the darkest kind of control.

London, 1855. Beneath the quiet order of a Russell Square hotel, Dana Greaves pours tea with ritual precision. Three guests have died. One more lies in wait. She serves with grace, speaks with care—and kills without remorse. In this chilling conclusion to The Holloway Legacy, Dana’s dark inheritance reaches its final act. As whispers grow and the walls close in, a constable draws near, and the past begins to stir. But Dana is no longer just a servant. She is a vessel. A keeper. A flame. And the final cup is almost ready.

Not all ghosts linger in graveyards. Some wait in chairs, behind doors… listening. London, 1862. Desperate for work, Nicholas Bale takes a position reading aloud to an elderly recluse in a shadowy house on Greystone Lane. The task is simple: two hours a day, six days a week. The pay is generous. The employer, Mr Humphry Jones, is frail but polite. But something is wrong. The books are not ordinary volumes—they are ancient, filled with occult rites and forgotten names. The house hums with silence too deep for comfort. And as the days pass, Nicholas begins to question the nature of his ...

At the edge of the moor, beneath the constant hush of wind and stone, a new name has taken root: Miss Fairweather. In a quiet cottage far from Ashcroft Hall, Dana Holloway begins again—hidden, watching, listening. To her employer, she is diligent. To the housekeeper, discreet. But the pendant at her throat remembers everything. When a forgotten codex emerges—its symbols echoing the pendant's design—Dana is drawn into a web of ancient secrets and dangerous scholarship. A guest arrives, curious and clever, asking too many questions. The tea is prepared. The ritual begins again. As ...

She’ll offer you tea with a smile. You won’t taste the poison until it’s far too late. At Ashmere Hospital, Nurse Brenda Glenford is known for her calm hands, gentle words, and flawless tea. But behind her tidy apron and soothing voice lies a mind as sharp as any scalpel — and far more dangerous. When Lucy Trent, a new filing assistant, arrives with polite smiles and quiet questions, Brenda begins to sense trouble. Lucy’s curiosity is no accident. She’s been digging into the mysterious deaths at Ashmere… and into Brenda’s shadowy past. As their tea-time friendship deepens, ...

Behind the white walls of Ashmere Hospital, something evil brews in the tea. Nurse Brenda Glenford is calm, capable, and quietly feared. Patients die under her care — not suddenly, but slowly, discreetly. A pendant from her aunt whispers of ancient duties, and Brenda listens. But when a professor uncovers her secret and a detective checks into the ward, Brenda’s careful order begins to crack. In this chilling psychological horror, the boundaries between healing and harm blur, and tea-time becomes a death sentence. The Killing Nurse is an entry in The Holloway Series, a dark exploration ...

A crumbling manor. A mysterious stepsister. A legacy of blood. When theology student Edmund Hale inherits Highgate Manor in 1845, he expects solemn halls and dusty portraits—not Elizabeth, his enigmatic Hungarian stepsister, and certainly not the rusted iron chair hidden in the cellar. But some inheritances are older—and darker—than bloodlines. The Iron Chair is a chilling gothic short story of legacy, obsession, and the horrors that linger in stone and silence.

The tea is warm, the smile is kind — and the poison is already working. When Nurse Brenda Glenford inherits her aunt’s flat and a strange silver pendant, she steps into a legacy steeped in silence, shadows, and death. At Ashmere Hospital, she becomes a comforting presence — calm, attentive, beloved by patients. But beneath the surface, something ancient is whispering to her. Something that remembers every death. Something that urges her to kill again. Poison is her method. Tea is her ritual. And murder is the mercy she believes she offers. As her past blurs with another woman's dark ...

When washed-up teacher Joe Bender moves into a grimy apartment block to escape his ruined life, the last thing he expects is kindness. Yet kindness finds him in the form of Brenda Holloway—a sweet, elderly neighbour who offers him tea, cake, and comforting conversation. Brenda is everyone’s idea of the perfect neighbour: polite, perceptive, and quietly observant. But behind her gentle smile hides a dark past... and an even darker hobby.

He thought he was celebrating. She thought it was justice. After finishing his final exam and picking up his brand-new Tesla, David feels on top of the world. A chance meeting with a charming elderly woman, Brenda, seems like a sweet encounter—until tea turns into terror. Invited into her flat for cake and conversation, David finds himself drawn into the warmth of a stranger who might just be the grandmother he never had. But behind Brenda’s floral wallpaper and polite smile lies a long-held grudge. And David is about to discover that revenge can be served with tea and sponge cake. A ...

When Nurse Brenda Glenford arrives at Havering House, the quiet old manor seems like the perfect refuge. But beneath her calm manner and careful care lies a darker purpose. As suspicion grows and the pendant at her throat begins to pulse, the house becomes a stage for something far more sinister than convalescence.