Saturday, 13 October 2012

TK'n'C Editors' Halloween Special: Col Bury


As the competition entries pour in (there's still time to win 4 eBooks!), the Editors are certainly getting into the 'spirit' of things as Halloween approaches. Col really enjoyed switching back to his horror roots, from his crime novel endeavours, with this tense tale.  We sincerely hope you 'enjoy' it too... if you can...!


The Writing on the Wall


“You moving in this place then?”  The elderly woman, carrying a bag of groceries, didn’t make eye contact.

          “Yes… yes we are… we have.”  Sarah couldn’t disguise the pride in her voice, at her and Mike having finally found their dream home.  “Do you live through the woods? I saw a little cottage earlier.”

          “Sure. On my own now. It’s lonely out here… alone.”  Her voice was crackly, like sticks breaking underfoot.

Still no eye contact. Strange.  “Oh, Mike and I will pop over to see you. He could cook you a meal. Was a head chef in Manchester, and he’s lovely is my Mike. Funny too, he’ll soon cheer you up.”

“We’ll see.”  She craned her neck upward at charcoal clouds.  “Best get going. It’s a different place at night, you know.”  She turned away and trudged off, unsteadily, using a wooden walking stick.

“Bye… er… do you have a name?”

She didn’t turn around.  “Sure.”

“Mine’s… Sar.. ah…” 

The old lady mumbled something, Sarah didn’t fully catch.

Very odd.  Sarah watched her go, slowly disappearing through a path of flattened foliage into the woods.  Sarah shrugged and went back inside the grand old house.  Their grand old house.  Smiling with pride, she grabbed the metal wallpaper scraper and busied herself in the huge living room.  Well, it was huge compared to their dingy end-terraced in Eccles.

She thought of the aged woman, as she laboriously stripped the walls.  Why was she so aloof?  Maybe her age.  Probably lost her husband.  Anyway, nothing could spoil this dream move for her and Mike.  They’d saved up, sold up and here they were, in the middle of Wales, a few miles from the sea, and with a backdrop of Snowdonia.  Beats the concrete jungle any time.

The house sale - damn cheap too for its size and location - went smoothly and the transfer from Mike’s head office to the Aberystwyth restaurant was also timed to perfection.  Sarah recalled her excitement as she checked on Google Maps how close this house was to his new prospective workplace.  “Ten miles and just half an hour’s drive,” she’d said excitedly.  They’d hugged because they both knew it could really happen.  Just up the road from one of her favourite places too: Aberdovey, and its stunning bay.  It was truly meant to be.

Sarah stopped scraping as she saw a girl’s name scrawled on the wall.  It was faded, but she could just about make it out.  Lucinder.  Bet it’s when a kid who’d lived here had measured herself.  But there was no pencilled line, just the number 8 beside it.  Aw, must be her age.  She scraped some more and saw Jennifer 9.  It reminded her of the fact they couldn’t have kids.  It wasn’t Mike’s fault, it was her.  It had been a dark day when the doctor had informed them, but Mike was the perfect gent about it - “It doesn’t change anything. I love you and always will, Sarah.” 

Glancing again at the names, she shook thoughts of kids away.  This new house was their ‘baby’.  If it wasn’t for their… her… infertility, then they probably wouldn’t have self-indulged with the move.  Now though, nothing would spoil this for them.

Hearing a crunching sound, she paused and glanced through the bay window.  It was Mike pulling up on the drive, the four by four’s sidelights flicked off.  She ran to the front door, like a giggly school girl.

They embraced, a tingle of excitement shooting through her. 

“Bloody’ell, darkness falls quick round here, dunnit?”

“It’s lovely though.”

“Certainly is, babe.”  They unhooked themselves.  

“Drive home okay?” 

Mike grinned.  “Stunning scenery… and I defo went the scenic route.”

They strolled down the hall into the living room.  “What do you mean?”

“I was driving round in circles for twenty minutes. Bloody Sat-Nav lost its signal.”

Sarah picked up the scraper again.  “Work okay?”

“Yeah. They were all pretty friendly to the Englishman. Quite easy to boss ‘em about really.”   He grinned again.  “So, what’ve you been up to? Busy I see.”

“Talking to the neighbour.”  She raised her eyebrows and passed him a spare scraper.

“Let me get my coat off, cheeky!”  He took it off, lay it on their new leather suite that was still covered in plastic while they decorated.  “What’s with the face? We’ve not moved close to weirdos have we? I knew things had gone too well.”

“Nah, just this old lady. She was a bit strange, but I’m sure she’ll come round, once she gets to know us.”

“Strange?”

“Wouldn’t look at me or tell me her name.”

“That’s cos yer a dodgy Mancunian!”

“Oy! Says the man arrested in his teens for joyriding!”

“I dint know the car was stolen, honest!”  He tickled her and they laughed and wriggled, then embraced and kissed.

Sarah broke free first.  “Here, I want to show you something.”  She passed him the spare scraper and this time he took it.  She pointed at the girls’ names.

“And?”

“And, nothing, it’s just… help me. Let’s see if there’s any more.”

Mike looked at the bay window and walked over, shutting the blinds.  Opposite, trees swayed and creaked in the wind.  He reached up and shut the top windows before peering out of the window.  “It’s pitch black out there. You can really see the stars. No light pollution here, eh?”

“Here’s another one…”  Abigail 4.

Mike studied the names.  “So the previous owners had three girls. Bet they’re grown up by now, judging by the style of this crappy old wallpaper.”

They both scraped away. 

“Mike. Look.”

Sarah pointed at another name.  They stared agog.  Joanna 10  - screamer.  “What the hell does ‘screamer’ mean?”

 “Dunno.”

Sarah heard a dull thud and jumped.  It came from below, in the bowels of the house.  “You hear that?”

“What? Hey, steady on, babe. Old houses make noises you know. Chill.”  He smiled reassuringly, smoothed a hand across her cheek.  “So do yer reckon the numbers are their ages?”

“Assume so.”  She was still looking through the open living room door into the hall.

They continued peeling off the paper with vigour. 

Mike suddenly stopped.  “Bloody’ell, Sarah.”  He pointed.  “They’re not ages… they’re marks… marks out of ten. What the…?”

Sarah saw the name Layla 9 / 10.  She quickly scanned the other names and numbers.  Jennifer 9 also had  / 10, but it was somewhat faded. 

“Jesus. What is this, hun?”

“Don’t worry. It’s probably nothing. Summat obvious, that we’re missing.”

They bounced looks, then continued.

Sarah stopped, leaned against the wall, arms up.

“What’s up, babe?”

“It was just something the old lady said as she walked off.”

“What? What did she say?”

“I thought she said, ‘They never caught him, you know’, or something like that.”

“Really?”  Mike looked stern, not his usual self, fuelling Sarah’s angst.

“I think so. Does your laptop get a signal here.”

“Er. Not sure. Not had chance to check yet, but I’m paying for it and the telly’s working, so it should do. I can give it a go.”  He walked into the dining room and grabbed his laptop from the drawer of the sideboard containing his football trophies.  Sarah joined him as he turned it on and placed it on the dining room table.  They both sat down and waited for Windows to fire up.  

“Yes!"  The Web browser opened.  "Okay, what are we searching for exactly?”

Sarah hesitated, then said in a hushed voice.  “Missing girls in mid-Wales?”  Mike frowned at her, shook his head, and typed it in.

They stared as eight photos came up.  “Jesus Christ. Look at the names, Mike.”

Suddenly the lights and laptop went off.

Sarah felt ice shoot up her spine, and screamed.

“Shit! Okay, calm down. Give me your hand. It’s okay, babe. I’ve gotta torch on me phone.”  After a few seconds fumbling, he lit the immediate vicinity, shining the light around, causing shifting shapes of the furniture around them.

“Did you see that? The names… I’m really scared, Mike.”

 “Come on. Get a grip. Please. I’ll go down to the cellar.”

“No, don’t leave me!”

 “I won’t. We’ll both go. It’s probably just a blown fuse. The house hasn’t been lived in for a while. They did say that, remember? That’s why we got it so cheap. Needed a bit of work.”

They moved slowly out of the dining room, into the living room, through the hall and up to the door beneath the staircase.  Sarah felt a shudder as she peered into the kitchen to the rear, its dense blackness seemed to stare back at her.  She quickly looked away, holding Mike’s hand every step of the way.

Thankfully, the door to the cellar didn’t creak.  The phone torchlight wasn’t so bright, and Sarah felt jumpy, seeing dark, fluctuating shapes and shadows.  She’d not been down here before.  It smelled really musty.  The stairs were stone and their footsteps seemed amplified by the gloom.

“You okay?”

She didn’t answer.

“Right. The fuse-box is over here somewhere.” 

“What’s that?”

“What?”

“There. Looks like another door.”

“Oh yeah. Not noticed that before.”

In the far corner was the shape of an old dark wooden door, somewhat camouflaged in the brown stone brickwork.  “We’ll take a look in a minute.”

“We don’t have to.”

 “Here we go.”  He shone the torch at the fuse-box.  “You’ll have to just let go of my hand for a minute.”

Sarah released her grip, her hand clammy, her heartbeat audible.

“Yep, as I thought.”  A click later, and the lights came on, including the bare bulb just above them.

Mike grinned.  “You gonna relax now, babe?”

The wooden door burst open and a dark figure flew at them.  The sword swung at Mike before he could turn, and it cut through the air toward his head.  

Sarah screamed and froze to the spot.  Everything funnelled in, like slow motion.  The bearded man wearing a long black cloak turned to her.  He leered, his manic eyes shining with glee.  She looked at Mike and he staggered.  His expression was fixed, wide-eyed.  His head slowly slid from his neck and fell off onto the stone floor.  It bounced, settled and he stared up at her, like a dead salmon.  His jerking body crumpled beside her, blood spurting onto her legs from the gaping neck.

Catatonic, she couldn’t scream.  Her legs wobbly, she turned to the stairs and clambered up.  She instantly heard throaty laughter and felt sturdy hands gripping her ankles, as her bladder gave way.  She was pulled back down, slowly, her chin buffeting the steps, one by one.  At the bottom, he grabbed her by the hair and an excruciating pain ripped through her scalp as she was dragged past Mike’s head, those eyes still staring, helplessly.

"I hope you're a ten out of ten, like Joanna," the man said gruffly, before slamming the door.



BIO:
Col Bury is the Crime Editor of award winning webzine, THRILLERS, KILLERS ‘N’ CHILLERS.  Under the guidance of his agent, he's currently developing a crime novel series based in Manchester.  Col's ever-growing selection of short stories can be found around the net and in numerous anthologies.  His vigilante story MOPPING UP is in THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF BEST BRITISH CRIME 9, and FISTS OF DESTINY, from Col’s eBook MANCHESTER 6, was selected for THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF BEST BRITISH CRIME 10.

Col lives in Manchester, UK with his wife and two children.  He's 'not a bad stick' at 8-ball pool and is an avid fan of Manchester City FC.
He interviews crime authors & blogs here: http/colburysnewcrimefiction.blogspot.com/

NOTE: HALLOWEEN COMP' DEADLINE: MIDNIGHT (UK) OCTOBER 22ND.

36 comments:

  1. That one was a real, classic chiller. The names on the wall freaked me out. Your details were excellent, "Her voice was crackly, like sticks breaking underfoot."
    Horror is still rooted in you. Nice work, Col.

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    1. Coming from you, Erin, that's great to hear. Thanks. X

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  2. Very creepy build up. Seriously enjoyed that Col.

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  3. Nice tight delivery there, enjoyed that fella.

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  4. Nice one, Col. Enjoyed it on the first read and it was well worth another. Horror is still in your blood, buddy.

    Well done!!

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    1. Cheers, mate. Yeah, I think it is. All those Herbert novels years ago must've had an impact! ;-)

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  5. Brilliant short for Halloween. Very creepy, well done.

    Carol x

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  6. Thank you for commenting, Carol. I specifically penned this, and hoped to capture the appropriate atmosphere for the occasion. x

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  7. The gradual reveal of the names was an inspired device, it really allowed the suspense and anticipation to build. It's a difficult trick to step from slow tension into immediate shock without making the story feel disjointed. I think you pulled it off beautifully though because I saw that man leap from the door as clear as a film playing in my mind. The adrenaline dash toward the end carried me along with each terrifying word. Nice use of dark humour in the promise of horrors from the man at the end, always a good touch.

    I think you've just created a great monster, don't leave him locked away for too long.

    Scary stuff.



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    1. Toe - your comments carry weight, mate, since you're at home in this genre and know your stuff, while I'm a mere visitor. Ta very much for reading and taking the time for such detailed feedback.

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  8. Col, this is one of the best stories I've read of yours. I was engrossed and grossed out. :)

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  9. Col, this is one of the best stories I've read of yours. I was engrossed and grossed out. :)

    Jeanette

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  10. Col, this is one of the best stories I've read of yours. I was engrossed and grossed out. :)

    Jeanette

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  11. Col, this is one of the best stories I've read of yours. I was engrossed and grossed out. :)

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    1. So much so, you said it four times! ;-)

      Thank you, Jeanette. From you, that spurs me on. x

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  12. That was a very good read. A very visual piece of writing and I could picture each scene vividly in my mind. Had the feel of a Tales From the Darkside episode and would certainly play out very well on screen. Like Jeanette mentioned, one of your best, especially the quality of the writing. You and Matt have def taught me a few things with your excellent stories.

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    1. Hey, Sean. Cheers for the compliments. If the truth be known, I was fretting a bit on writing horror again, and actually ditched an earlier effort and started this one. Glad it worked for you, bud.

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  13. Whoa, mate. I didn't know how involved I was in this scary story until I, literally, whispered, "Don't go down there. Do not go down there." The wall names were the trigger for the hairs on the back of my neck raising up and from there, things got worse in a hurry. Now I got two guys to be afraid of, you and Sir Richard. Cool, my friend, very cool.

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    1. He-he. Cheers, mate. Honoured to be mentioned in the same sentence as The Master. I don't often re-read my stories once they're out there, but this one I did, and it scared the shit out of me too! ;-)

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  14. good one, Col! nice twists and excellent creepy descriptions. Like the way you depicted the old woman, very much a horror character. More please!

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    1. I think there will defo be more from these characters... well, two of them at least. ;-)

      Cheers, Antonia. x

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  15. You know, the thing about Col is he is utterly real, his wiring smacks of reality, everyday reality that takes a nasty turn. And therein lies his brilliance.

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    1. Ah, Richard - I'll be quoting you on that! Really appreciate it, mate.

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  16. Best read in a darkened room - a perfect chiller.

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  17. Francis,

    Thanks for popping by and commenting. Love your site!

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  18. Holy crap! (In a good way!) Loved the uncovered names bit, and the setting in rural Wales with the woman who I initially thought was the bad one. It was fun to have my scent thrown off the trail!

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  19. He-he. Thanks, Robin. Had the idea of the wall writing for a while, but took the kids on holiday to Wales recently which gave me the perfect setting. x

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  20. Good story, well crafted.

    Minor point - it would be the internet that might not get signal out there, not the computer itself, so perhaps best to change the "Windows" reference to "the web browser" or whatnot.

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  21. Fair comment, Jude. Didn't want to slow the story down by saying, "...and then he clicked on the web browser and it opened..." etc. Thought the reader could 'open' the rest, if you get me. However, point taken, and I'll probably change that if the story is used again. Thanks, feller.

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  22. Good shout, Jude. I changed it, because if that bit jarred for you, then it may have done for others. Cheers for the feedback.

    Sincere thanks to all who took the time to read and/or comment.

    Regards,
    Col

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  23. Cool, think it reads better now. Sent in an entry for the Halloween comp by the way, Stephen Cooper prodded me your way. Not sure it's as gruesome as a lot of the stuff here but hopefully it's entertaining enough!

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  24. Hey, nice one. Looking forward to reading your story. I know Coops has entered too. Lily's in charge of them, as she's the Queen of Horror. ;-)

    Checked your website out - impressive. I'll be popping by from time to time.

    Thanks again for the constructive feedback - one of the reasons this site was originally started.

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  25. Only just gotten around to reading this Col and glad that I did. A very well paced piece of horror which comes alive because of the little details interwoven so naturally through the piece to develop the two back stories (our couple and that of the missing girls). You could feel the tension being ratcheted up from the moment the first piece of wallpaper came away and then the ending just delivered big time.

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  26. Hi Phil,

    Many thanks for reading and taking the trouble to comment, bud. Really pleased you liked it. Keep meaning to surprise you all with a 'Prediction', but have projects coming out of me ears! ;-) Will do though, at some point. It's great to see your site thriving.

    Regards,
    Col

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