The old man’s face twisted in agony the moment he hefted the rifle off her rack high above the fireplace mantel. A passerby might’ve mistaken him for a statue teetering on its pedestal—body rigid, arms locked in the air—were it not for the buckling of his knees and his pain-laden shrieks. He summoned every ounce …
It was the thumping sound that roused her. Dull and hollow like a finger tapping on the top of a wooden box. Her eyes fluttered, trying to grasp hold of something familiar. They settled upon the glow high above—dim, distorted, but bright enough to cast dancing shadows around her range of vision, limited though it …
Randall sat alone in the darkness of his study, wondering what the heck had just happened. His eyes snapped back to the computer screen the moment the lights flickered back on. Strange. The power went out the moment he hit the submit button. It was as if that innocuous little finger tap were responsible. No …
L’École Du Braceis had been something of a curiosity ever since it took up residence in the old Weatherfield mansion a year ago. Every soul in Claymount had a theory about what went on inside that mysterious boarding school for girls. I had my own of course. But, unlike the denizens of our little town, I …