Through the Cellar Door (Bennett and Carter Book 1)

A Chilling Supernatural Horror Novel

When a young boy begins speaking in tongues and crawling across walls, his desperate family seeks help from an exiled priest and his assistant. But what begins as a seemingly routine exorcism soon reveals a terrifying secret buried beneath the Morris estate.

In Through the Cellar Door, Oliver C. Seneca delivers a gripping supernatural horror story filled with demonic possession, unsettling paranormal encounters, and dark family secrets. As James Bennett and Annie Carter investigate the mysterious disturbances haunting the manor, they uncover an ancient evil fueled by generations of greed. With the darkness spreading and the family's souls at stake, they must confront a force far more powerful than they anticipated.

Discover what lurks beneath the Morris estate. Get your copy of Through the Cellar Door and enter a chilling world of demonic horror, suspense, and supernatural mystery.

Excerpt from the book

Although Edward Morris was just a boy, he knew that the voices in his head weren’t his own. They were deep, ominous, like growls from a lingering nightmare. There was vividness to them, too. Edward could hear them in his ears, crawling into his mind, speaking to his soul in ways he didn’t understand. He could feel hot breath on his neck, but no one was there when he turned his head to look.

At first, he thought the strange sounds in his brain were from the fever. Edward had been playing out in the cold, after all. But as the restless days and haunting nights continued, Edward found himself growing angry, something he’d never felt during his previous periods of illness. He was hostile toward his parents when they came into his room to check on him, infuriated with the doctors who examined him and tried to force-feed him bitter-tasting medicine and put him to sleep with rags dipped in ether. Even Edward’s twin sisters, Mary and Emma, got under his skin whenever they’d poke their heads around the door to get a look at their sickly younger brother, only to scurry away in fear after Edward shouted at them in a voice that wasn’t his own. It was as if the noises in his mind, the sounds of the mysterious whisperer over his shoulder, were taking over.

Margaret, who endlessly tended to her son, brought Edward a tray of his supper—a slab of steaming pork beside a pile of corn and beans—to his room on the second floor of the house. She eased the door open and found her son sitting upright in bed, staring blankly ahead in a trance. The orange glow of the lit candle beside Edward’s bed made his darkened eyes reflect a shimmering light, opening windows into another world.

“How are you feeling, Edward?” Margaret asked as she traveled across the room, passing by Edward’s dresser and the clutter of clothes on the floor. “Are you feeling hungry?”

Edward didn’t respond. He just sat staring ahead, unmoving as his mother placed the silver tray on the end table by the bed. Her long brown hair fell forward over her nightgown. The gold-framed mirror on the wall near the boy’s bed reflected the young mother’s aging face. Bags hung under her eyes and lines of wrinkled stress drew along her face.

“I’ve brought you some supper. Do you feel well enough to eat?” she asked. Her eyes traveled to where Edward stared but found nothing out of the ordinary, only the bare wooden wall. “What’s wrong? Is there something on your mind, Edward?”

Edward couldn’t be reached. His mind was elsewhere, trapped by a swirling, deafening noise, voices digging deep into his ears.

“Edward?” Margaret placed her hand on her son’s head. It was hot to the touch. The boy’s body radiated a concerning warmth. Edward grabbed her hand and threw it off his forehead.

“Get out of my room.” He spoke without removing his gaze from the wall.

Margaret backed away from the bed. “What’s gotten into you?”

Edward didn’t answer.

Margaret went to reach for her son again, but Edward’s head turned instantly. His shining eyes glared at her as his eyebrows curled and his mouth snarled, exposing teeth that appeared sharper than before, pointed at their ends like fangs.