The ghost of a little girl will stop at nothing to get a mother.
After a crushing family tragedy, Melinda needed a safe place to heal with her husband and teenage step-daughter. The lovely farm her great-aunt left to her seems the perfect place. When they open the doors, the house is full of boxes and toys and dolls.
Lots of dolls.
Dolls with secrets revolving around a mysterious wooden box Melinda finds buried in the hoard.
Sheriff Kingsley knows something strange swirls through Maddison, Indiana. An undercurrent of evil that permeates the town. The evil seems focused on Melinda’s farm, and the box. Can he stop what is coming?
Clearing out the hoarded home releases Melinda’s true inheritance. Can her mind, and her family, survive the legacy left to her or will the house of dolls destroy them?

Thriller readers, like you, are saying, “Inheriting Elyse both made me cry and scared me senseless. A heart breaking and heart pounding haunted thriller.”

Book 2 in the Maddison, Indiana Supernatural Thrillers series. Each book can be read alone, but for best enjoyment read them in order.
For fans of creepy thrillers packed with haunted thrills, download this second book in the Maddison, Indiana Thrillers series.
Book 1 – I Killed You Once
Book 2 – Inheriting Elyse
Book 3 – Cage of Invisible Bars
Book 4 – Thirteen Doors
Book 5- Jars of Things

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Enjoy this short excerpt:
The hall passage is lighter now than it was on our trip in. Every door on this hall except the laundry was closed before. The door to the dining, turned sewing, turned doll room is open now. My dog, Mojo, growls into the room.
I peek slowly around the jamb.
Eyes, thousands of eyes.
Dolls cover every available space. Shelves and tables and chairs full of dolls. Even the picture window with the seat below is full of dolls. The afternoon sunshine through the window stings my eyes after the darkness of the crowded hall.
The sun glints off their eyes in thousands of pinpricks of light, mesmerizing, hypnotizing.
Mojo barks suddenly, sharp and angry. A strong force pushes me into the room. The surprise of the shove knocks the jars of beef out of my arms.
The glass jars hit the floor. The sound of shattering glass and a slamming door fill the room simultaneously.
The beef chunks and broken jars swim in a pool of congealed juice and fat. The mess looks disgusting.
Hungry, Mojo rushes to the pool, and gulps down the beef.
“Stop, you’ll get cut,” I shout.
Mojo looks up as he wolfs down a chunk of beef. Juice runs out of his mouth, as does a thin stream of blood.
Someone pushed me in here. My shoulders still sting from the rough shove, my knee aches from landing on the floor.
Thousands of doll eyes stare with blank expressions.
Frantic to escape them, I attempt to open the door. My hand slips off the knob, slick with blood.
“What the?” I find a small cut at the base of a finger. “Crap.” I shove the bleeding finger into my mouth. Added to the adrenaline and fear, the sick taste of blood makes my stomach flip.
With my unhurt hand, I try the knob again. I don’t slip off this time, but it won’t turn.
The door is locked.

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