Let's give a warm welcome to a fellow author Victoria Roder and her compelling novel
Haunting of Ingersull
Penitentiary.

Imagine walking down the dark damp, desolate walkway between deserted prison cells and still hearing moaning, crying, footsteps or cell doors slamming. America’s abandoned penitentiaries once know for isolation and torture inspired my paranormal thriller Haunting of Ingersull Penitentiary.
Converting the former federal prison Ingersull Penitentiary into The Big House Inn swallowed Hailey Price’s inheritance from her murdered mother and deceased father’s estate. But, with any luck, the rumors of the federal complex being haunted will boost interest of the Inn. The abandoned Penitentiary, cursed by a witch, is in a constant battle of good verses evil, an eternal struggle for the souls that enter the complex.
The residual haunts are the least of the frightening occurrences at the Inn. An electrical storm traps the visitors with a possessed Ouija board and the spirit of a condemned witch with an ancient curse. The visitors spend a heart pounding night in the battle of good verses evil. It might be Heaven checking into The Big House Inn, but it’s Hell checking out.
Excerpt
Turning toward the desk, her heart jumped in her chest. Upon it sat
an Ouija game board which she would swear had not been there a moment ago.
Holding her breath she closed her eyes for a second. Slowly opening them didn’t
change the fact. The game remained perched on the desk.
Talking out loud calmed her shaking hands. “I just overlooked it
when I walked in.” We signed papers on
that desk. I would have seen it. No. No
it had to be there the whole time. The dumb game was there the whole time.
Shake it off.
She glanced at the framed pictures of former wardens lining the far
wall. The portrait representing 1963 to 1972 caught her attention. It was the
only photograph of a warden pictured with his wife. Through her research,
Hailey discovered that Maryann Armstrong was a direct descendent of Jonat
Ingersull, the man the penitentiary was named after.
“Charles and Maryann Armstrong. Oh, so serious. They don’t look very
happily ever after. At least I’m not the only one that didn’t get the fairytale.”
Turning from the portraits she made her way to the registration
desk. Picking up the Ouija game, she opened the drawer. Tossing it inside, she
slammed the drawer shut.
“There. I hate those creepy games.”
A dark shadow darted past. A cold shiver rocked her body. Jerking
her head, she followed the dark mass’s movement. It disappeared.
The author

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