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Here is a new idea I'm working on for a future novel. I am pretty much looking for a yes or no. Should I write this? Is the premise exciting enough? Is the market large enough? Or should I just focus on my 2060 sequels? View table of contents...



Submitted:Mar 18, 2008    Reads: 223    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

The Edinburgh Vaults are real. The haunting tales behind them are real. The people, whose lives are forever effected by the experiences within those pitch-seeping walls, are real... Yet, despite the warnings, so many people are drawn to what's been called, the most haunted place on Earth.


Eight Harvard seniors take a guided tour into the heart of Scotland's haunted Edinburgh Vaults and are never seen again...

They knew before leaving their Cambridge Massachusetts homes that it would ultimately have to be one of the stops on their excursion of Scotland; the Vaults were known throughout Harvard as one of the most haunted places on the planet. They would never get away with returning without a story to tell.

It's early October. Rain relentlessly thrashes the rich countryside, as it has for days. Sarah, her boyfriend Billy, and the rest of The Harvard Crew--as they so passionately call themselves--sprint from their rental SUV, determined not to get soaked by the rain, to the Scotland Touring Office in downtown Edinburgh; the Edinburgh Castle crests a distant mountainside like a monument to medieval supremacy. Bringing their two-week Scotland excursion to a sad conclusion, The Harvard Crew decide, to finally explore the dreaded Vaults.

The tour begins uneventful enough; a joke, Billy says, unable to refrain from poking fun at the melodrama flaring from the tour-guide's bright pink lips; she either truly believes what she's saying, or is paid far too much for saying it.

Besides the bitter rankness of the centuries old storerooms and drinking holes--later turned into the world's slummiest and most dangerous dwellings--there's nothing frightening about the place at all. It's--as Billy says--nothing more than a hasty waste of a hundred dead Presidents.

But less than twenty minutes into the tour, deep within the bowels of the endless, pitch-seeping labyrinth, stigmatized by over a hundred years of grisly tales of terror and death, Sherri LeRoche hears something. Someone's calling her name from within a wide crack in a stone wall.

Sherri. It's a ghastly groan.

She shines her flashlight into the fissure. Something's there, glistening a golden yellow in the light's broken rays.

She crawls inside.

Noticing that her friend has vanished, Sarah hollers to the rest of The Harvard Crew, demanding that they help find her. They break off from the main tour group and swiftly discover the massive crack in the wall. They peer inside. A gut wrenching stench invades their senses. A tiny beam of light flutters away in the far distance, as if held by someone, someone running ... and running fast.

They call out--


Sherri, please!

There's no answer.

Hesitantly, they crawl into the black void. It would be the first of many deadly mistakes they would make.


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