We are The Thirteen and we are One
4 Yarborough Drive looked like any other late 19th century English townhouse. Alice Lorrimer feels safe and welcomed there, but soon discovers all is not as it appears to be. One of her housemates flees the house in terror. Another disappears and never returns. Then there are the sounds of a woman wailing, strange shadows and mists, and the appearance of the long-dead Josiah Underwood who founded a coven there many years earlier. The house is infested with his evil, and Alice and her friends are about to discover who The Thirteen really are.
When death's darkest veil draws over you, then shall shadows weep
Suzie leaped up and snapped the light switch on. We blinked in the brightness and stared at the broken glass on the floor.
“What the hell happened?” Suzie asked. “Who moved that bloody glass?”
I shook my head and looked around at the shocked, white faces of my housemates.
Diana recovered first. “I don’t believe any of us did. Alice, what did Lena say we should do when something goes wrong?”
I struggled to collect my thoughts. “She said…we can do one of two things. We can either stop. Well, I suppose we have anyway. But we could start again if we choose to. Or we could call it a night.”
“I prefer that option,” Diana said, rubbing her hands together. “Does anyone else feel cold all of a sudden?”
I nodded and hugged myself. The room had grown chilly in the last few minutes and my breath misted when I spoke. “Shall we see what Vicky’s got?”
Vicky had been forming words from the letters I had shouted out and stared at her notebook.
I prompted her. “Vicky?”
She looked up at me. “Oh, you’re all going to love this,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Does any of it make sense?”
“It makes sense all right.”
“Then tell us!” Suzie’s impatience bordered on anger.
Vicky glared at her. “Fine. It says ‘We are the thirteen. We are one. He is coming for you. He will take you with him.’”
The Darkest Veil is published by Crossroad Press and is available from: