Where To Look_Lightning, Mystery & Murder_The Frog Pond_Home Call
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Where To Look
She walked along the path with a soft comfortability. The wooded area near her home always brought her peace. It was something she could always look forward to. For a moment, she paused as she heard a rustling on a nearby stump. She flicked her eyes left to right before catching the source of the rustle.“A leaf,” she whispered.She crept over and carefully brushed away the orange and dried leaf that had fallen from lowest branch. Under it sat a Pixie minding himself as he shined his shoes. The sudden, bright light of the morning made him look up with concern.“Oh!” He stopped his activity instan...
Ligwww.onedoor.cchtning, Mystery & Murder
Abby Sinclair stood motionless, absorbing the energy of the old building. The creak of a floorboard overhead increased her anxiety. No one was supposed to be here except for her. She had strict rules for investigations like this. Extra bodies could make noise, like footsteps, or open doors or windows to change to airflow. Or make creaks in the expectant silence. Her employers demanded the very best, the most professional job. Abby sighed. Tonight's investigation would have to be scrubbed until the intruder was found.Once home to a private hospital, the rumour was the original owners abandoned ...
The Frog Pond
Ruby began her day with a cigarette, as always. Normally she’d take it with a cup of the blackest coffee; she decided to forgo caffeine that morning, fearing it would heighten her anxiety. She sat in her car, engine shuddering from the cold and flicked a flame from her clear BIC lighter. It was a bit of a routine for her. Not just the cigarettes but the way she lit them. She would purchase the most nondescript lighter available from the Mobile down the road and scrape off the plastic design so it was perfectly clear. Then, she would use that lighter until the fluid ran dry only to repeat the ...
Home Call
When the first page came blaring through in the early morning hours of Monday morning, Gabriella’s exhausted brain integrated the noise into the dream she was having about being lost in the underbelly of a cargo ship. The blaring in the dream represented an alarm, which sounded with increasing urgency while dream Gabriella wove between the hulking metal shipping containers before finally waking with a start in her bed at home, drenched in sweat. Her arm darted to her nightstand to silence the pager, while her brain tried to catch up and understand how she had gotten home and into bed despite...