Eric Ross: Blog

And just like that—the doors close. Or maybe they open. Hard to say with Harrow House.

Today is the Conclusion of The Harrow Testament. Ten chapters later, our guests have faced their secrets, fed the walls, and discovered that some appetites can’t be exorcised—only indulged. What began as a Halloween dare ends… differently. Whether that’s peace or something quieter, you’ll have to decide.

The mirrors have gone still. The heartbeat has slowed. But if you listen closely, you might notice the silence breathing back.

To everyone who’s read, voted, and written to share opinions and observations about the story—thank you. You’ve been extraordinary company in the dark.

If you’re just arriving, start from the Prologue. The house is always hungry for newcomers.

Until next time,

Eric

P.S. Don’t worry—Harrow House isn’t gone. It’s just waiting for someone to knock.

By now, it’s safe to say Harrow House has no respect for boundaries—emotional, physical, or architectural. The walls don’t just whisper anymore; they breathe. The heartbeat you thought was in the floorboards? It’s under their skin.

In Part 9: The Mirror of Flesh, everyone’s masks start to slip for good. Desire has been circling since the first locked door, but this is where it stops pretending to be fear. Marcus and Jade take their bickering to its most literal conclusion. Naomi has learned that skepticism doesn’t help much once the ghosts take charge and start touching back. And between the three of them, something else—a little terrifying—finally takes shape.

The heat that’s been simmering since the first whisper finally spills over—messy, human, hungry. And the house? It couldn’t be more pleased. After all, it doesn’t haunt for cruelty’s sake. Channelling Chance the Gardener... the house likes to watch.

By the end of Part 9, Harrow House isn’t a backdrop anymore. It’s a participant. A pulse. A partner.

And it’s not finished with them yet.

— Eric

P.S. If The Harrow Testament has you reading with one hand over your heart—or elsewhere—leave a vote or a comment. The house likes to know who’s listening.

You’d think, after seven chapters of bad omens, erotic frescoes, and a heartbeat that won’t quit, our guests would’ve learned a simple rule of gothic real estate:

If a wall opens by itself, don’t go in.

But they do.
Of course they do.

In Part 8: The Cellar Rite, the gang descends straight into the kind of cellar that doesn’t belong under any earthly floorplan. Velvet couches. Incense. Mirrors that breathe. And murals that seem far too interested in what everyone’s feeling. (You’ll see why that’s a problem.)

Down there, the house isn’t content with creaks or whispers anymore. Now it speaks back. And what it wants aren’t prayers, or apologies, or even screams. They’re something much harder to give.

Jade tries sarcasm. Marcus tries denial. Naomi tries reason. Clara and Dylan… well, they try each other. Let’s just say everyone’s coping in their own way.

The real fun begins when the mirrors start repeating what no one wanted to say out loud. That’s when you realize the house has been listening since the first knock on the door.

Welcome downstairs. You’ll find out what the house wants soon enough.

— Eric

P.S. If you’ve made it this far through The Harrow Testament, I’d love your feedback—and your vote. It keeps the house fed, and lets me know who’s still brave enough to follow.

It's still Halloween inside Harrow House, although perhaps past midnight now.

In Part 7, the house stops playing coy.

Our brave little ensemble finally regroups but the reunion is uneasy. Naomi’s sharp tongue is sharper still. Dylan’s candle burns unnaturally steady against the wind. Clara is flushed and pretending not to be. And Marcus—well, Marcus is trying very hard to walk normally.

The house presses in. Floorboards pulse to the rhythm of their breath. Contact sparks. Frescoed fantasies bleed into reality. Marcus imagines pressing Jade to the wall. Clara remembers Dylan’s fingers and almost falls apart. Dylan’s trying not to think about Clara on her knees. And Naomi—sweet, skeptical Naomi—gets more than a vision. Phantom hands. Phantom mouths. Filled in ways she never thought she wanted… until she did.

Then the frescoes come alive. They don’t move, exactly. They participate. Naomi learns this the hard way, taken apart by two ghostly lovers while everyone else walks unaware.

A staircase opens, pulsing with the house’s heartbeat. They’re all beyond pretending. The descent is inevitable. The house has tasted them now.

So light a candle. Say a prayer.

And go down with them.

— Eric

P.S. If you’re enjoying The Harrow Testament, your votes and feedback are the best way to keep the house fed. Drop a comment, cast a vote, whisper to the walls—whatever suits you.

P.P.S. Just arriving? Start at the beginning. You don’t want to wander in halfway through. Trust me.

It’s the day after Halloween. The plastic skeletons are boxed up. The naughty nurse costume is already a memory. You’re left with a half-stale bowl of fun-size Twix—and someone on your block has already inflated a Christmas penguin.

But inside Harrow House?

It’s still Halloween.

Let’s be honest: the house doesn’t need to scare anyone anymore. It just waits. It lets their bodies do the rest.

In Part 6, desire stops skulking in the corners. It stretches. It touches.

Clara finally stops pretending she doesn’t want Dylan. Dylan stops pretending he doesn’t want anything. Jade and Marcus? They’ve dropped the act—and a few other things. And Naomi—sweet, stubborn, sensible Naomi—still thinks she can outsmart the supernatural. She’s got a ghost handprint on her hip and the creeping sense that the frescoes are watching her.

(Spoiler: they are.)

Because Harrow House doesn’t just haunt you. It watches. It listens. And it waits for the moment you stop resisting and whisper, “Yes.”

The frescoes are witnesses. Every room is a confession booth with no exit.

What the house wants isn’t fear. It’s surrender.

And in Part 6? Our guests are starting to give it.

— Eric

P.S. If you’re enjoying The Harrow Testament, your votes and feedback keep the whispers coming. Let me know what’s working. And vote—if the house hasn’t already done it for you.

P.P.S. New here? Start at the beginning with the Prologue. Trust me—you’ll want to read everything.