The Haunted Hotel Project-Gloucester- 27 November 2018

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Tell me, what is it you fear?

A hand under the bed?

A corpse sewn into the mattress, maybe?

What about waking up in the middle of the night, a figure standing at the foot of the bed, head cocked to one side, eyes glowing white and burning their ghastly intent into you?

That is what this place is- a breeding ground for fear.

All that terrifies you will manifest whilst your sleeping mind conjures it up from the dark depths.

They did the rituals on the site of this place. Evil, blood sacrifices right into the foundations. They wanted this place to be a doorway.

They misunderstood why.

Do       Not      Sleep. 

-Hidden in the bible

Haunted Hotel Project- Weston Super Mare

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There are many doors in this place. 

The man with the many faces wants mine. 

He wants to wear me outside. 

He can’t leave this place and now neither can I. 

He has pets that wait until you are asleep. 

So they can slip into you whilst you dream. 

 

This morning, I woke up outside. 

I don’t know how I got there or what is happening. 

I dream of lopsided night skies, that are green, and slick with blood. 

 

I’m back in the room again. 

The man is coming. 

I think he sees me. 

-Hidden in the bible.

The Haunted Hotel Project- Malta

 

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You can feel her, right?

She wants to come through.

She wants to leave this room.

You can hear her when the borders between this world and her’s weaken.

Sometimes it’ll be a laugh- a chuckle in the dead of night.

Knocking on the walls just as you are falling to sleep.

White eyes glowering at you in the dark from the corner of the room.

I’ve made it so she can’t leave.

I knew her when she was only madness and hatred, but she’s so much worse now.

Don’t leave personal objects around- phones, jewellery, photos- anything she can use to escape.

Surround them with a ring of salt.

 

Don’t let her into them.  

 

-Hidden on top of the wardrobe.

The Haunted Hotel Project- Manchester

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There is something wrong in the bones of this place.

The meat of the plaster is wretched with flies.

I am fragmented.

There are two versions of me that exist here.

I wake at night when the pity man comes.

He shakes his little tin box filled with teeth.

The nurses say he is harmless, but I see his children.

They boil the air.

Their shapes flicker across the walls, like ghost birds.

In my other me, this place is just a hotel.

Somewhere mundane, safe.

I pray that this a dream.

I pray that this note will be gone in the morning.

-Hidden in the bible.

Audioshorts- The Lighthouse

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I am pleased to present the audio version of my story, The Lighthouse.

I was really captivated by the idea of woman dealing with the death of her husband, who was once a lighthouse keeper.

There were a couple of lines that just hit me out of the blue and made me sit up and take notice of the voice in my head telling me to write.

The one about the smell of the mouthwash, and how, when we are grieving we assign value to meaningless objects that are associated to the person who is gone. I love the idea of how a piece of us somehow lives on in the bills that we continue to receive.

I guess I was channelling my inner Amy Hempel for this one. Short, grief packed and full of sly metaphors and symbolism. If you haven’t read her work, I would absolutely recommend it.

Once again the music has been taken from http://www.bensounds.com

Anyway, I hope you like it.

Joe

TL;DR Release Date

So, here we are. TL;DR has been finalised and is looking absolutely gorgeous thanks to the work of Cameron @c_scottfrank, and is now ready to be released in the world.

I can now confirm that the official release date for the collection is going to be, 30 March 2018.

It will be available on Amazon www.amazon.com for the low low price of £1.99 ($2.77). CreateSpace https://www.createspace.com/ will allow you to order a hard copy printed version of TL;DR which you can hold in your hands, and smell, and all the other stuff you might like to do with a book. Beware it will be more expensive though. More info on that to come.

All of the money from the sales of TL;DR will go directly to Doctors Without Borders. @mrdanalvarez did a lot of the leg work making that a reality, including getting in contact with them and setting up the ground rules, (Big thanks to Dan).

Finally, and I know I have said it before in various ways, but I am so proud of what we have done as a community. The whole process has been really positive. Even the people who didn’t make it in to the anthology deserve thanks for being so gracious. This really wouldn’t have been possible without all of the #Redditwriters group coming together and making it happen.

As always, special thanks to the editors David Clark, Camden M Collins, Ellie Raine, and Alexander Hamilton.

Fingers crossed that this one is a success, and here’s to more anthologies in the future.

Thank you

Joe

The Haunted Hotel Project- Longleat.

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I can’t leave. 

Do not stay here. 

There’s blood in the foundations of this place. 

There is a ritual to keep them in their rooms. 

Their cages. 

Don’t call out to them. 

The Witch in the first room covets the warmth of the living. 

The Child in the second room covets the life of those who have lived. 

The King is always hungry. 

Red eyes in the dark. 

A night full of teeth. 

Do not stay here. 

-Written on tissue paper and hidden in a cupboard.

The Haunted Hotel Project- Blackpool.

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I was woken up in the middle of the night by an old lady.

She had a kindly face.

She stood at the end of my bed, smiling sweetly.

Her hair moved slowly around her head, like coloured ink in water.

She was so pale, and looked shocked.

She said she always tries to speak to the people who stay here, and it makes her angry when they don’t listen.

 

She told me her husband had never listened to her, until she threw herself into the sea.

Then she would come to him every night and just talk, and talk, and talk, until he shot himself.  

 

She told me that the people who wouldn’t listen made her angry.

Their bones are hidden in the crawl space in the corner of the room.

-Hidden behind the mirror