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Kat Maybe she’d pushed too far? Kat tied up the ends of a rather overstuffed garbage bag and heaved it out of the can in the back room. They never got the dinner back in order. He confessed all that, and she couldn’t muster any genuine sympathy. All the excitement, all the attraction…it just kindContinue reading “Part 51 – Down the Path”

Tom Turns out, this was worth the long drive. Tom had never been to Flannel Anne’s before, a faux 60s diner in the heart of Hermit’s Rest. He didn’t really care about the décor; it was calling back to a time he had no connection with. However, the food was crazy! He’d never had aContinue reading “Part 50 – A Quiet Meal”

Daisy Those last few weeks had been a struggle, but Daisy finally felt like the weight was falling away from her heart. She was on a new medication, making sure to get her sleep and, well, even looking at those moving boxes with serious intent. Her therapist, Cheryl, told her moving might be the adventureContinue reading “Part 49 – Following Behind”

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”