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Douglas This can’t be happening. All that time, all the effort, and in one impulsive moment, he set it all ablaze. Of course, he was fired; what else would have happened? Was he going to keep poking and poking Brad for years and get away with it? You are going to get away with it.Continue reading “Part 48 – A Display of Power”

Bradley The kids are fine now; I can head out. Bradley grabbed his coat and his empty pizza boxes before flicking off the lights and walking out into the store. Hayden and Lucy were stocking shelves, and beyond them, Daisy seemed to be arguing with that nauseating mollusc, Doug. He must be complaining about theContinue reading “Part 47 – One Less Problem”

Hayden “Come on, Hayden,” Lucy said, trying again to grab his hand. “Stop being such a baby.” “I just don’t believe in any of that shit,” Hayden said, slapping her pale hand away. “All the medium shit, crystal balls and this palm stuff. I don’t buy it.” “If you don’t buy it, then what areContinue reading “Part 46 – Crossing the Line”

Bradley Fucking doctors. Can’t diagnose shit and I’m still paying out the ass. Bradley tried to hide it behind crossed arms and a half-zipped coat, but he was so bloated and sore he could barely keep his shirt tucked in. On the medications he was on, some water retention was expected, but that didn’t explainContinue reading “Part 45 – Doubled Over”

Kat “Tom, what the hell was he doing!” She put him on speaker so she could keep looking at the picture. It was a large corkboard, with pictures and diagrams of Crossroads Convenience and the surrounding area, multiple pictures of what appeared to be ghostly apparitions, and worst of all, her aunt. Her face wasContinue reading “Part 44 – The Image at the Center”

Tom It couldn’t be right. Tom found the address; it was clearly marked, no mistake. But it was not a house or an apartment… It was a storage facility. Rows and rows of rusty blue shipping containers, each marked with a bright white number. A sign at the front said it was private property, “onlyContinue reading “Part 43 – Contained”

Kat Setting aside her book, Kat took stock of her evening. It had been hours since Daisy and Lucy had left for the night. Not that either had been good company. Daisy still seemed unwell, even if she said otherwise. Everyone at the store looked tired; it was expected. But Daisy’s long, glassy stares andContinue reading “Part 42 – A Flash in the Dark”

??? He used to be afraid of the dark. The idea was quaint now, like most childhood fears, he’d outgrown it. It had moved from irrational to ironic. There, behind the bushes, sheltered under a starless sky, he realized he’d become the object of his fear. The very thing he worried would come for himContinue reading “Part 41 – Scratch the Itch”

Tom The matchbook was from a bar just outside of Blackstone. A seedy little joint called The Picket Fence. It faced an old gravel pit and adjoined the local scrapyard. The taste of rusty dust clung to his lungs with every tired breath. It wasn’t the kind of place he expected to find Rodney. AContinue reading “Part 40 – The Picket Fence”

Kat It was going to be a long shift. Kat watched as Lucy stormed off into the back room, the swinging doors fluttering behind her. They hadn’t really spoken since the seance, and this seemed pointed. Just another dance at the pity party. Kat, despite herself, almost forgave Lucy more times than she could count.Continue reading “Part 39 – You have to let it go”