The next morning, Nick Laflin was driving down Route 6 from his vacation house off the shores of beautiful Lake Wiladongun, to Rosedale, in order to pick up some fishing supplies and maybe even a breakfast sandwich while he was at it. Nick had taken a week off from work using his saved vacation days, and that meant he and his family would be spending the entire time relaxing on the serene waters of the lake. Continue reading “Harbinger (Pt. 10)”
I wake up.
I shoot forward in bed, throwing my blankets to the floor. I’m coated in a thick layer of sweat, my clothes clinging to my body like an unwanted layer of skin. I squint as a thin film of sunlight leaks through my blinds. It’s morning. I gasp and slap my own body, making sure I’m real and in one piece. Continue reading “Ice Cream and Debauchery (Pt. 7)”
Michael led his friends through his home towards front door. Philip asked if the others would be joining him for golf the next day, to which Aiden responded yes and Michael no. Philip and Michael chatted about the reasons why, none of which Aiden took in as he hurried toward the front door. Michael’s house was expansive; with the excess amount of furniture and decorations Mrs. Sallow had thrown about her home it was practically a labyrinth. Continue reading “Gentleman’s Game (Pt. 2)”
That night the citizens of Rowley began realizing that something was wrong. Although many of them were skeptics and tended to cast issues off as non-problems, they couldn’t deny the creeping feelings of doubt, suspicion, fear, and hatred welling up inside them. Continue reading “Harbinger (Pt. 9)”
I park in my normal spot at the hospital and walk the short distance to visitor parking. I scan the area for Robin and I see her walking between two cars. She stops, looking around quickly, before kneeling and doing something to one of the vehicle’s tire. I hear a hissing sound whiz through the night as I head in her direction. Continue reading “Terminal (Pt. 7)”
“So, did you fuck her?” Philip asked, the light of the fire casting flickering shadows over his face. He looked like a child awaiting the ending of a campfire story; simultaneously eager and hesitant to hear the conclusion of Michael’s tale. Continue reading “Gentleman’s Game (Pt. 1)”
Kapper is a son of a bitch, Jacob Walters thinks as he opens the door to his home. The bastard had granted Edleman’s plea for a two day recess to assess the potential validity of the new witnesses’ statements.
It was a stall tactic if Jacob had ever seen one. Continue reading “Suicide Jack (Pt. 4)”