Ch. 14--Upon the Stairs Part. 14-- Upon the StairsVast and gleaming in the autumn light, the sock monster coiled motionless before the front door, a dragon-like guardian among the potted porch plants and kitsch garden statuary. With pale, gleaming eyes, Andy observed the winding drive and surrounding gardens.He had found nothing during his long and meticulous search of the grounds, but still the eerie feeling persisted. That horribly unpleasant prickling that began just behind his antennae and flowed down his sleek striped head to settle on his narrow shoulders with unsettling fierceness. Even his two secondary heads that sprouted from the back of his skull sensed it for they hissed and darted their small tongues in the direction of the Coast Road. Something was still
Ch. 13--Of Missing People Ch. 13--Of Missing People The d’ Macabre library had leaded windows of clear glass squares bordered by gold and red stripes. Light from the outside filtered through tall rhododendrons, giving the room a greenish tinge. The windows would have been very attractive, had they been clean and free of spiderweb. The books at some time in the distant past had been neatly organized by category and alphabetized by author. Over the years the books had moved around, climbed down from the shelves and piled themselves on the oak flooring. They were either in untidy stacks up to neck high or lying flat on shelves and cantilevered out in improbable architectural arrangements.
Fifty Degrees Towards Darkness Fifty Degrees Towards Darkness(1) She ran towards the milling horde, waving her arms and yelling, “Shoo, go home, all of you!”The zombies seemed unimpressed.(2) Finally when the opening was wide enough to accommodate their chubbiness, the hands slowly squeezed through and lightly dropped to the dusty stone floor. The sky outside the window lightened as the moon reappeared behind the ragged edges of the cloud, flooding the interior with soft silvery rays, revealing nothing above the hands, just ragged, torn, dripping stumps.(3) Arthur’s first impression was that there was a donkey stamping and braying in the hall; and then he discarded that thought as simply ridiculous, and that it had to be something terrible like a fire, or an earthquake, or else a plague of demons. Then it began to daw
Fifty Shades of Darkness Fifty Shades of Darkness(1) As I fumbled around the side table, trying to locate the lamp, I soon realized that there was another presence standing near me in the dark. Of course, I couldn’t see anything, but my shaking fingers, feeling the jumbled pile of books, sketch pads and drawing utensils, suddenly came in contact with something soft and cold that was immediately withdrawn. (2) Imagine this, you’re up late at night, trying to calm your frazzled nerves by reading, howling winds were rattling the storm shutters on your Brandon Estate Tower Block; s
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