Secrets of the Turret Room

F. Lee Chambers

Description

The turret room has a cozy appearance and a fantastic view, but when she stepped into it, Julie shook with chills to the point of nearly screaming. Strange happenings make her feel that someone besides her and her husband must be in the old house that they have just purchased. If it weren’t for Julie being so sexy, Jim would have gone nuts from all the strange happenings that were engulfing them. Does the disappearance of the deranged and frightening old man who lived there have anything to do with it? Jim has installed new locks on every door and window. He has searched every inch of the house, including the attic and spiderweb-infested crawl space. The old carriage house out back feels weird and spooky. A search for cameras and recording devices also reveals nothing. Yet a pair of eyes may always be watching. Uncovering the secret could reveal a historical event that could change the history of our country.

Sujets

• Room
• Turret
• Secrets
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 30 décembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669858867
• Langue: English

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SECRETS OF THE TURRET ROOM
 
 
 
 
 
F. LEE CHAMBERS
 
Copyright © 2023 by F. Lee Chambers.

LiBRARY OF CONGRESS CONTROL NUMBER:
           2022924109
ISBN:
HARDCOVER
978-1-6698-5888-1

SOFTCOVER
978-1-6698-5887-4

EBOOK
978-1-6698-5886-7
 
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
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Rev. date: 12/29/2022
 
 
 
 
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
Chapter 106
Chapter 107
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Chapter 110
Chapter 111
Chapter 112
Chapter 113
Chapter 114
Chapter 115
Chapter 116
Chapter 117
Chapter 118
Chapter 119
Chapter 120
Chapter 121
Chapter 122
Chapter 123
Chapter 124
Chapter 125
Chapter 126
Chapter 127
Chapter 128
Chapter 129
Chapter 130
Chapter 131
Chapter 132
Chapter 133
Chapter 134
About the Author
About the Book
 
 
 
 
For Doug, David, Debra, and our grandkids—Kyle, Krystal, Andy, and Angel—along with all our great-grandkids. May your lives be filled with happiness and faith.
And, of course, for my wonderful wife of many years, Myra.
Chapter 1
“Oh, Jim! The turret room is such a tremendous amenity to the house! I can’t wait to go in it again!”
Jim and Julie didn’t have much time when they bought the house because they wanted to grab it since the price was so low and they had to get back home in time to close on their old house. Time was of the essence.
“The house is a little scary-looking, Julie, but this will be our home since we have already purchased it. We will get used to it,” Jim said.
Jim and Julie had spent most of their savings and, with great difficulty, had gotten new jobs here in town. They had to admit though that the house sure looked different on the bright, sunny day that they came here to purchase it. And, of course, it seemed to be a super bargain price. In addition, they loved the turret room.
“Jim, this is exactly what I wanted—an old two-story house that has most of the important updates,” Julie said. “But yes, I am a little frightened by the way it looks. However, it’s right here on Front Street with houses that are similar, except for the turret room here on a front corner that is great.”
The couple had arrived on a gloomy Monday morning, and it made them feel as if something was a little scary or wrong. Julie shivered because she only wore a pretty white dress and a lightweight brown coat. Jim felt a little cold, but that was mostly from looking at the house and not from the light brown summer suit he was wearing. The crushed-stone drive was rough on Julie’s new white shoes. The house had seemed altogether different in the short time they had been there to purchase it. They knew that it had a gas furnace, air-conditioning, indoor plumbing, and several other upgrades, which were good for a house that was about 180 years old. And the master bedroom on the main floor was something they really wanted. It would be a project to make it fit all the dreams that Julie had in mind, but with the low price and all they knew, they could make it work.
“What is strange though is that the realtor was able to find one for such an exceptionally low price. And since I get the chills from just looking at it, I wonder if there is something about it that brought the price down that they didn’t tell us about.”
“I wondered that myself. If I believed in ghosts, then I might think that it could be haunted or something.”
“You never know, Julie. Old houses can have a lot of charm, but sometimes you get a lot more than you bargained for. But the boxy styling and the second-floor turret room, which has that tremendous view, make it worth it.”
They also thought it was neat how they had closed up the two old fireplaces but left them with only minor repairs, so the mantles and hearths reflected the charm of the original house.
Jim and Julie Windell were in their midforties. Both had maintained their looks; Julie’s blond hair and Jim’s coal-black hair and their near-normal weights made them look healthy and full of vigor. Jim’s six-foot-one frame towered over five-foot-three Julie, and they could pass for the king and queen of the sweetheart dance. They learned each other’s mannerisms and got along well—at least most of the time.
Chapter 2
The old house was similar to many others in that area of town with the exception of the turret room. It was the type of house that still left a certain uncomfortable feeling in one’s stomach even when they looked at all the modern features. The boxy styling seemed to have a certain eerie way about it that made some of the people who were more likely to believe in ghosts and strange happenings cringe just from looking at it as they passed by. Yet nothing was present to give a hint of anything being out of the ordinary or of anyone living there being abnormal until the new residents learned about who or what had lived there. Jim and Julie were innocent and not suspicious of most things, but sometimes things just don’t feel like they should, and sometimes that happens for a good reason.
“I feel like I will get used to it after a while, Jim. I still want to live here.”
“Well, it isn’t a haunted house that is set up on a hill by itself. There’s no creaky gate or cemetery in the front yard, and I’m sure that there are no pictures on the walls with eyes that will follow us around. So knock it off.”
Here on Front Street, several of the homes had been torn down. The interior looked very nice. When they went inside on their previous visit, it impressed both of them.
“I would enjoy it more if it had a basement like I wanted at first. But a basement would probably just encourage us to hoard stuff like at the other house. I always felt safer, though, if I had a basement to go to when we had a storm.”
“Remember, I’m here to protect you when the storm starts,” said Jim.
“But why is it, Jim, that you always think that the safest place during a storm is under the covers of our bed?”
“Did you ever hear of lightning striking anyone while they were in their bed, Julie?”
“No, but I’ve heard of a lot more things happening while people are there.”
“What color of wallpaper would you like in the bedroom, Julie?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
Jim thought that all the creepy stuff would go away after they were there for a few days and had gotten used to everything. He remembered that he always felt hot when they had the summer heat, even with air-conditioning, so he was always glad to see ceiling fans, especially when he saw some in the master bedroom.
Julie said, “The ceiling fans really will be a lifesaver for you, Jim. You will suffer a lot in this heat.”
“Yes, but come on, Julie. The storm is about to start, so let’s go in and take a walk through it again and enjoy it more slowly this time. Maybe we missed some things on our first visit.”
“Wait a minute—did you see the curtain move? The one in that turret room? Is someone watching us? I’m sure that something moved in that side window. The house has been empty for abou