Publisher's Synopsis
The Unforgettable Past.
The old mansion stood at the end of a winding, overgrown path, hidden from view by towering oaks and dense fog that seemed to cling to the structure like a shroud. It had been abandoned for years, or so people believed. But those who wandered too close swore they saw flickering lights in the windows, shadows that moved unnaturally, and whispers carried by the wind. Mysterious Road X. The night was cold and uninviting as Detective Alan Carter drove along the desolate stretch of road known only as Road No. X. It was a path few dared to take after dark, and those who did often spoke in hushed whispers of the eerie silence that seemed to swallow all sound. There were no streetlights, no signs of civilization, only the endless stretch of pavement cutting through the thick forest on either side. Graveyard No 15. The wind howled through the desolate landscape as Detective Richard Graves arrived at the infamous Graveyard No. 15. Nestled at the edge of a forgotten town, the cemetery was a place shrouded in mystery, its history filled with inexplicable disappearances and ghostly whispers. For decades, locals avoided it, claiming the dead didn't rest easy here. Now, with a fresh case of missing persons tied to this forsaken ground, it was Richard's job to uncover the truth. The Red Cloud. The first sign of trouble came with the sky. It was supposed to be a normal summer evening in the small town of Ashford, but as the sun set, a massive red cloud loomed over the horizon. It wasn't just any storm cloud-it pulsed, shifting unnaturally as if alive. Within minutes, it had swallowed the sky, casting an eerie crimson glow over the town. Then, the disappearances began. The Old Mansion. The Old Mansion had stood at the edge of Blackwood Hollow for over two centuries, looming over the town like a silent guardian-or a patient predator. It had been abandoned for decades, its once-grand structure now shrouded in ivy and decay. Whispers of disappearances, curses, and hauntings kept most away, but when a group of real estate developers announced plans to renovate the estate, the town braced itself for what would come next. The Car No 369. Detective Mark Lawson had seen many strange cases in his career, but nothing quite like this. Car No. 369 had become an urban legend in the city, a ghost vehicle that appeared and disappeared at will, leaving behind a trail of mystery and fear. Several people who had encountered it had vanished without a trace, and those who survived spoke of eerie whispers and a driverless vehicle that moved with a mind of its own. The Red Color Mat. The old Baxter Manor stood at the end of Willow Lane, shrouded in mystery and dread. No one in the town of Ashwood dared to venture inside, not since the night of the infamous tragedy a decade ago. It was on that night that Richard and Eleanor Baxter, the esteemed owners of the grand estate, were found lifeless in their study. The most chilling part? A deep red stain on the white mat beneath them, as if the floor itself had bled. The Rainbow Diamond. The legend of the Rainbow Diamond had haunted collectors and treasure hunters for over a century. Said to be the most exquisite jewel in existence, its facets reflected every hue imaginable, shimmering with an almost otherworldly glow. But what made it truly mysterious was not its beauty, but its curse. Every owner of the Rainbow Diamond had met an untimely and gruesome fate, and yet, the lure of its radiance continued to draw in the desperate and the greedy.
