Twelve Nights at Rotter House - JW Ocker (Pre-Order, may take up to 3 weeks to arrive)

Readers, that cursed book, that awful, no good, terrible book that I've been lending out in the shop to both horrify and amuse readers, well, this is it.

We've had so many requests from people to purchase the book rather than lend it (the lending list is quite long at this point), so by popular demand, and not my own volition, it is available to order through us.

Please note that as this book is not widely stocked, copies are printed on demand, and may take up to three weeks to arrive. 

I really don't recommend buying it, trust me when I say it is awful. So don't say you haven't been warned, and please don't try to return them after purchase (one copy is enough here, thank you!)

Anyway, here's the gist of the story...

Edgar Award-winning (HOW?!?!?) author J.W. Ocker spins a dark, psychological thriller about a travel writer who stays for 13 nights at the infamous Rotterdam Mansion unprepared for the horrors that lie within in this true love letter to the haunted house genre.

Felix Allsey is a travel writer with a keen eye for the paranormal, and he’s carved out a unique, if only slightly lucrative, niche for himself in nonfiction; he writes travelogues of the country’s most haunted places, after haunting them himself.

When he convinces the owner of the infamous Rotterdam Mansion to let him stay on the premises for 13 nights, he believes he’s finally found the location that will bring him a bestseller. As with his other gigs, he sets rules for himself: no leaving the house for any reason, refrain from outside contact, and sleep during the day.

When Thomas Ruth, Felix's oldest friend and fellow horror film obsessive, joins him on the project, the two dance around a recent and unspeakably painful rough-patch in their friendship, but eventually fall into their old rhythms of dark humor and movie trivia. That’s when things start going wrong: screams from upstairs, figures in the thresholds, and more than what should be in any basement. Felix realizes the book he’s writing, and his very state of mind, is tilting from nonfiction into all out horror, and the shocking climax answers a question that’s been staring these men in the face all along: In Rotter House, who’s haunting who?

This book haunts me, thats who!