We Are Always Watching by Hunter Shea
We Are Always WatchingHunter Shea
Genre: HorrorPublisher: Dark Wolf BooksDate of Publication: 5/27/2025ISBN: 979-8895679234ASIN: B0F3QTH2WKNumber of pages: 353Word Count: 94K
Tagline: They See Everything. They Know Everything. And They Never Stop Watching…
Book Description:
When West Ridley’s family is forced to abandon New York for a crumbling Pennsylvania farmhouse, he expects misery—but nothing could prepare him for the horrors lurking within its walls. His father’s worsening illness, his mother’s exhaustion, and his grandfather’s drunken ramblings paint a bleak picture of their new reality. But it’s the eerie warnings and shadowed figures that truly unnerve him.
The words “WE SEE YOU” scrawled on his ceiling are just the beginning. Something sinister roams the halls at night, whispering through the silence, watching from the darkness. Grandpa Abraham swears the house is haunted. But the truth is far worse than restless spirits—because in this house, secrets are buried deep, and the Guardians will do anything to keep them hidden.
As the Ridleys unravel the mysteries of their new home, one thing becomes chillingly clear: escape is impossible. No matter where they go, the watchers remain.
A pulse-pounding horror thriller packed with eerie suspense, We Are Always Watching is perfect for fans of Stephen King, Paul Tremblay, and haunted house stories that linger long after the last page. Dare to uncover the truth? Order your copy today—before they see you first.
Excerpt:
Hisfoot crunched on a three-foot long stick. It was gnarled and thick, a perfectwalking stick and weed slasher. Whisking it back and forth, he swatted at thewild vegeta tion, heading for the woodpile. It would make a great bonfire. He’dnever been to one in person, but he’d seen plenty in movies, especially theflicks from the ’80s with teen campers in peril.
Westloved those movies, especially the parts where girls took off their shirts andeither went skinny dipping or had sex in the woods or an empty cabin. Actressestook their clothes off a lot back then. He’d never even seen a naked boob untilAnthony showed him this strange astronaut/vampire flick called Lifeforce. Thegirl vampire was totally naked, front and back, for half the movie. West’s mindwas blown. Horror, sci-fi, and his first naked woman. The constantflip-flopping between arousal and terror left him both exhausted and too tiredto sleep that night.
Somethingcrashed through the brush to his left. He stopped, the hairs on the back of hisneck rising. There was a garbled growl. The sounds of two cats tussling gavehis nerves sweet relief. Not wanting to get in the middle of their fight, heveered to the right.
Closingin on the haphazard mound of wood, he realized what it was. The farm would havehad a barn at one time. It must have collapsed decades ago. The old walls andfloorboards were blighted by the sun and elements. The stench of decay grewstronger with each step. Weeds grew through the gaps, some of them so thick,they hid whole sections of the former barn. “I wonder what took you down,” hesaid, lifting boards here and there with the tip of his sneaker. The groundbeneath it was black as pitch and had an odd smell, like something scorched andlong forgotten. Could have been a fire. Or maybe it was a storm, some hurricanethat sent people to their cellars. That is, if hurricanes happened in this partof Pennsylvania.
DidGrandpa Abraham’s place have a storm cellar? And what about a fruit cellar? Heheard about them all the time, especially when it came to places for crazedkillers to hide bodies. What was the point of a fruit cellar? Why stick yourfruit in some hole?
Therewas sudden movement in the brush behind him. He waited for one of the cats toslink into view. The sound didn’t repeat itself and no cats came out to play.West felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He had the veryuncomfortable feeling that he was being watched.
Outhere, surrounded by the tall grass, anyone could be lurking.
Heclosed his eyes and saw the words on the ceiling over his bed. WE SEE YOU Westwas suddenly very uncomfortable. All of this was so alien to him, he felt as ifhe’d stepped into a place where he didn’t belong. “Time to go back inside.”
Hetrudged away from the collapsed barn, unable to shake the feeling that therewere eyes at his back
About the Author: Often called THE KING OF THE CRYPTIDS, Hunter Shea is a lifelong horror hound and NY Times bestselling author of over forty books of monstrous mayhem, ghostly frights, and newfound terrors. Some of his bestselling books include the critically acclaimed Creature, They Rise, and The Montauk Monster, the nostalgic Money Back Guaranteed and One Size Eats All series, and Jessica Backman’s Death in the Afterlife paranormal trilogy. His books have been found in the International Cryptozoology Museum and his face on the Discovery Channel where he talks about, well, monsters.
He can be heard and seen on his two long-running podcasts, Final Guys and Monster Men, both informed and humorous explorations of horror’s best – and worst – movies, books, and video games, as well as interviews with some of the hottest writers, directors and producers in the genre. You’ll also find exciting first-hand accounts of true-life hauntings, UFOs, cryptid encounters and more.
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