The House on Mayberry Road: Second Edition

A house not only haunted by spirits but infested with beings beyond the limits of human imagination. No one enters the house on Mayberry Road and comes out alive. Ever since the house killed his young protégé, John Rollings vowed to stay away from that colonial-style on Mayberry Road, but there is something about that evil structure that persistently torments him. It haunts his dreams and beckons him in its insidious voice to come inside. After the house claims yet another victim, the local sheriff, Charlie Steera, contacts John, as he is the only known person to have entered the house and come out alive and with his sanity intact. Can John survive this investigation, or will he succumb to the horrors that lie within the house on Mayberry Road?

About the Author

My name is Troy. My first, truest, and ultimate love is self-expression. I've been writing since the third grade, when our teacher made us write a story for class. That did it for me. I was hooked. I'm 30 now; I was 9 then. I've taken long breaks over the years, but I've never completely stopped, not even during my more depressed and doubtful times. Horror, science fiction, and fantasy are my fortes, though I have branched out: screenplays, poetry, philosophies, short stories, coming-of-age dramas, action, suspense ... you name it, I wrote it. One of the biggest contributors, I believe, to why I enjoy it so much, is because since childhood, I've had a crippling social anxiety disorder. When I'm around crowds or people I don't know, I freeze up, become very quiet. My heart pounds against my chest. I used to even black out and have panic attacks (very unpleasant experience, in case you never had one before). Don't know why I was always shy and awkward. Kids in school made it even worse. So, since I couldn't express myself verbally, I guess I used writing as a second form of communication. Strangely enough, I feel closer to God (or some divine force) whenever I have that spark of creativity. I feel like I'm closer to something larger than myself. It's actually like taking medicine. So I guess this is where I say I start writing blogs to expose myself further out into the world. I don't care if I'm rich, or famous, or popular, or whatever. I just want my stories to reach people. To show people a side of myself I never could before, especially as a kid when I needed to most. I want people to read something of mine and understand where I'm coming from, to take people on a journey into a brave new world they've never seen before. I want to share a part of my soul with humanity.

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