Remember the classic and lovely film, Poltergeist? About a house built on a graveyard? Good, wasn’t it? For its day. Now here comes a haunted house that’s ten times worse. Poltergeist’s spirits simply floated down the stairs, seemingly oblivious to the human family around them. In this work entitled, Hell’s Shadows, the spirits aren’t quite so passive. Indeed, they are predators. Zombie ghosts. But as bad as they are, there is something else lurking in the background, something far more terrible. Hell's Shadows (one of three high-concept works of eerie fiction by this author) is a wild story of the most haunted house of all time, a house so dangerous that nearly an entire police force is wiped out by the creatures within it. And even that is not the worst of it. An utterly entertaining, immensely spooky and distinctly complex tale, Hell's Shadows takes the genre to an entirely new level of sophistication. And though set in modern time, the evil in motion today began almost two centuries ago. It is the winter of 1830. The townspeople of Carson Creek, North Carolina, have had enough. They dismiss a despised parson from his post, telling him to leave for good. In response, Abner Bookins curses the town from his pulpit, telling them to expect retribution for their blasphemous act. The people jeer the empty threat. A week later, something unimaginable happens. The town’s loss is so great that even after the passage of one hundred eighty years, third and fourth generation residents rarely speak of it and only in whispers…many of them frightened, believing what happened so long ago could happen again. Transferred to Carson Creek to oversee plant operations for his employer, Gil Turner and his wife, Robin, are house-hunting. As they head back to the real estate agent’s office, Robin faints as the car passes by an old house on a street known as Parson’s Knoll. Upon recovering, she strangely insists on seeing it no matter that its condition is deplorable. The realtor tells Robin to forget it, that the house has a horrible history. And then she adds that it isn’t really empty, that it only looks that way. Scoffing at the claims, Robin tells her shocked husband she wants the house. Reluctantly giving in to his wife, the purchase is concluded with restoration commencing soon afterwards. But only days after moving in, the couple learns to their terrible distress the realtor was right…they’re not alone. They also discover the house is alive, able to change its structure, twice trying to kill Robin. There are inexplicable sounds, sightings and stains. Stairs move on their own. A spectral wraith floats over the grounds at night. Pulsating shadows inhabit the attic…and they have teeth. Yet no one knows what they are. An unnatural wind rises up out of nowhere to blow over the house, yet is felt nowhere else in town, not even one foot off the property line. Vampiric trees cut down during the restoration are found to have blood sap. It is then the curse of the long-dead parson returns in fury. The astonished police are helpless to stop it. The town panics, and Robin and Gil caught right in the middle. But even with all that is happening, things become direr for the Turners. What else is in this house, something unknown lurking within Parsons Knoll, is the worst danger of all. And it has a claim on Robin.