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A bumbulum is a concept for a medieval musical instrument that was designed to make fart noises. It also happens to be the name given to a particular panda that lived around an odd village on the outskirts of a remote bamboo forest. This particular naming of this particular panda is highly justified.

A violent storm should have killed Esther.
Instead, it delivers her straight into the hands of Count Alistair Winchester.
Wounded and far from home, Esther awakens in a manor of unimaginable luxury, where comfort is provided before she thinks to ask for it. Silk gowns wait in her wardrobe. Servants tend her to her every need. And the dark, enigmatic nobleman who rescued her watches her with an intensity that makes fear dangerously easy to mistake for desire.
But Winchester Manor hides an old and disturbing legacy.
At night, apparitions gather beside Esther’s bed and whisper:
Run!
By daylight, stranger things begin to surface. Family portraits that make no sense. Belongings whose owners have vanished. Remedies prepared for purposes no one will explain. And one part of the estate Alistair has forbidden her to enter.
The more Esther discovers around, the harder it becomes to believe she was brought to the Winchester Manor by chance.
Yet leaving is no longer as simple as walking through an open door.
And the man she should fear most is becoming the one she cannot stop wanting to understand and look beyond his mask.
Because behind Alistair’s impeccable manners lies a hunger older than Esther can imagine.
It isn't always necessary to chain someone down to keep them close; among the monstrous tools in this story are kindness, a touch of unhealthy curiosity... and a door that must not be entered.

In the graying twilight of Ash Hollows, Connecticut, the lines between urban legend and violent reality don't just blur—they bleed.

Lucas Kane is a man running on cheap draft beer, high-octane gasoline, and a deeply rooted distrust of the world. As an operative for a shadow organization dedicated to hunting the nightmarish entities that lurk beneath the surface of normal life, his routine is simple: do the job, stay isolated, and keep his pristine 1967 Mustang running. But after returning from a brutal demon hunt, the thin veil shielding his fragile peace shatters.

A quiet evening in Waterbury explodes into chaos when a local bartender’s sixteen-year-old brother goes missing while foolishly hunting a legendary aquatic specter. Worse, an obsessive investigative journalist has arrived in town, aggressively pulling at thread after thread of Ash Hollows' dark history—unwittingly drawing herself straight into the crosshairs of forces far beyond her comprehension.

Hallowfield keeps its own.

Jesse Corwin comes home to bury the last piece of their old life, sell their grandmother’s house, and leave before the town can get its hooks back into them.

Then the dead start leaving threads behind.

A childhood friend has vanished from photographs, records, and memory. A sealed room in the abandoned mill is warm from the inside. And beneath everything, something ancient is still weaving, quietly deciding what Hallowfield remembers and what it can afford to lose.

The deeper Jesse pulls at the town’s buried history, the more they uncover an inheritance built on sacrifice, silence, and impossible bargains.

Because in Hallowfield, nothing is truly gone.

And nothing comes back for free.

A desperate night-shift waitress takes a job at Marrow’s, an isolated roadside diner where the menu changes after midnight, customers order impossible things, and one rule matters above all: never serve Booth Nine.

Marlon Carver expected little on his birthday.
After his parents dropped him and his sister off at Grandpa's, he noticed something different this time.
Their goodbyes felt final.
Then Grandpa tells them the story of his first date with their grandma at a traveling carnival, and things begin to change in the Carver home.
They start small, until they become too hard to ignore.
Grandpa's memories seem distant. News articles are found in an old box where Grandma kept her yarn. And the more Marlon digs for answers, the more questions arise about the people who disappeared that night over fifty years ago.
And yet, Grandpa remembers the carnival even as people begin to fade from the story.
Only the carnival remains.
Marlon wants to know why.

The Pink of Life. The Pink of Death.

Only one character. No name. Gender unspecified. No dialogue. Pink and Black. Everything else melts away, literally.

Two Bound in Blood, One Generational Curse

For Mira Lee and Janey, their family’s generational curse lives with them everyday. Haunted by the memories of their parents and burdened with obligation, the two sisters do their best to take care of each other. But when their family’s secret refuses to stay buried, they’ll have to face some painful truths before their lives, and the world as they know it, are ripped apart.

Captain Rowan Vale of the Black Dawn has faced storms, battles, and death at sea. Nothing has prepared him for the island that waits beyond the wreckage of his ship.

After a monstrous storm tears the Black Dawn apart, Vale awakens on a strange shore surrounded by the bodies of his men. The survivors soon discover they have reached the Demon Isles—a place sailors whisper about in terrified voices, where ships are lured to their destruction and the men who wash ashore are said to become something far worse than human.

The legends are true.

Before Vale and his remaining crew can escape, they are captured by the island's warriors and brought before its enigmatic queen—a formidable woman whispered to be half mad, bloodthirsty, and more demon than human herself.

But Vale is not like the others.

Rather than breaking him, the Queen finds something in the pirate captain that earns her interest. She offers him a glimpse behind the island's legends and a terrible truth: survival here comes at a price, and escape may demand a sacrifice greater than death.

Now Vale must survive the Queen, her warriors, the creatures that haunt the island, and the darkness that is slowly consuming his men.

Because on the Demon Isles, the question isn't whether you will survive.

It's what you will become to do it.

A Halloween dare turns into a nightmare when Drew and his friends break into the Maxwell house and discover something far deadlier than a ghost. If you love creepy secrets, false scares that turn real, and one seriously unhinged villain, this book belongs on your shelf.

Some roads are meant to take you home.

Others are waiting for you to remember them.

When Mara Ellison takes a wrong turn on a road that shouldn’t exist, she finds herself at an isolated motel with eight rooms, a guest register full of names, and a past no one seems willing to explain.

The longer Mara stays, the more the place begins to feel familiar.

A room she doesn’t remember entering.

A name that shouldn’t be there.

A road that refuses to stay where she left it.

And somewhere in the darkness, something remembers Mara far better than she remembers it.

Because this isn’t the first time she’s been here.

Some places are haunted by the dead.

This one is haunted by what was forgotten.

Cass Miller is fifty-two and worn thin, by severe fibromyalgia and by a lifetime of being told she is too much trouble in a world built for other people. Then she finds Seafoam, a stilt cottage on a hidden Mississippi canal, and everything eases. The pain quiets. The house seems to fit her, right down to her left-handed grip. A soft-spoken handyman named Beau begins to feel like home. For the first time in years, Cass feels truly cared for. She is only starting to wonder what that kind of care will cost her.

Some doors don’t belong where you find them.

You can choose to walk through; that choice is always yours. And when you do?

There is somewhere that has a single room, many rooms, and some days no rooms at all. The floor is carpeted or tiled, but always cold, as if it has never been walked upon before. The ceiling is high and low and somewhere in between all at once. The wallpaper is beige, the kind that is forgettable up until it isn’t and the wallpaper is blue, a soft, pale blue that might have meant to be calming.

You still have a choice. Just like the visitors you’ll encounter in the stories to come. And just like them, you have your own story to tell, don’t you?

No one in this building is lying to you. That's the problem.

There Are No Lies Inside is a collection of interconnected psychological and supernatural horror — fifteen visitors, one building, one question none of them can outrun.

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