December 5, 2022
Tag: #serial fiction
November 28, 2022
The good news is that Mrs. Miller will be okay, antibiotics for the infection, rehydration and rest. They are concerned about her mental state, she’s been talking about shadows and demons cutting off her hand. And I can’t tell them she’s probably right.
November 23, 2022
Rose ran, flinging the door closed behind her and taking the stairs two at a time. Not bothering to lock the outside door she ran to the front street and her car, frantically trying to get the key in the lock and shrieking when a hand touched her shoulder.
November 22, 2022
Finally...a way to break free from the rules and restrictions imposed by her family, family…that’s rich, they were a coven, she was surrounded by women all day every day, mothers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters. All of them so controlled, so boring, so weak.
November 21, 2022
Running through the long white hallway, dodging people and equipment, spotting Rose sitting outside a room. “What happened, how is she?” panting slightly, “where’s the doctor?” “She’ll be fine, they weren’t intending to kill her.
November 17, 2022
“We? Let’s discuss ‘we’ later. You haven’t told us what The Heritage, I mean Heritage is, why are you involved and what did you mean about my visions.”
November 16, 2022
And I don’t know what to freak out about, you screaming at shadows with teeth that aren’t there, a kid chewing a finger, oh a dismembered finger, or hands without bodies. Oh! I know, how about an envelope full of hair and teeth. That’s probably enough spooky stuff to start with.
November 15, 2022
Rattling the keys and moving to the back of the house, “let’s get this done, I’ll check out the suite, yell if you find anything.” The basement suite was accessed from outside, stepping out of the back door and looking around the lights from the kitchen showed a narrow path along the side of the house, leading to the back yard. A quick look revealed a snow-covered space, a dilapidated shed against the back fence, a rope swing hanging from a tree branch.
November 14, 2022
“Sir, sir, this was left at the desk.” Baxter rushed to intercept them, holding out a plain white envelope, “it’s not really addressed to you but look,” pointing at what was written on the front, “I’m sure it’s for you, I mean…look.”
November 10, 2022
Hanging up the phone and throwing some bills on the table “We gotta get back, there’s been another tip about something over at the equestrian centre, might be nothing but still gotta check it out, and the bite reports been leaked. Calls from media coming into the station asking for corroboration, they know about the three sets of marks, and that one is likely a child. Damn it!”