John hated Churches, and if he had believed in any of the spiritual mumbo-jumbo, he would have thought himself a creature of Hell. Not that he was evil, Heaven must be a place of preaching and boredom. Give him the sex, rock and roll and alcohol. He could live without the drugs. Churches repelled him, and he could feel his spirit dragging itself away, wanting to stay free of it all. This was all psychological. He…
Daniel slept, and unlike the sleep that had plagued him for half a decade, this had been a night of good sleep. This was sleep where he did not wake sweating. Not waking to feel his heart beating in his neck, trying to escape his body. Shivering and checking the corners of the room. Did he dream? He supposed he must have, he did not – for the first time in an age – remember. Daniel sat…
The fire brigade led to paperwork. The police also resulted in paperwork. Who knew that burning down a house you owned, a building standing on the grounds you owned, could be so damn complicated? Daniel should have known. Had he thought about it for more than thirty seconds, he would have known. Patient he could be, he also could be reckless. It was hardly the one million pound question on a game show. You can’t…
Daniel sat at the desk in his house. It had been over five years. Four and a half since he had left the hospital, and now they ask him this? He had been found gibbering the in gardens, ranting about long-dead black magic preachers, skeletons in the basement and walking dead housekeepers. He had told everyone who would listen that he had killed himself, blown his brains all over the porch and watched himself die.…
Daniel looked around the room once again, looking for an escape. He scanned the four walls, he jumped for the door. Hoping that he could reach it, knowing that it was far too high. Daniel slumped into the corner of the room. Not wanting to look, he heard the noise of it as it burrowed free. What was once slow was now moving at speed. The scraping, scratching and shifting of the mud seemed to be amplified…
Danial James was a paranormal researcher; it was something he had done since his twenties. Nearly two decades in the business, and still, he had not, until this point, found any actual proof. He had walked away five years earlier, not because he no longer believed. Many who worked in the trade become so disillusioned that they gave it up. The optimism of youth would have told them that they would be the one; they’d…
Prologue. Danial James was a paranormal researcher, it was something he had done since his twenties. He walked away five years earlier not because he no longer believed, many who worked in that trade became so sceptical that they give it up. The optimism of youth telling them they will be the one, you’ll be the one who proves it all. Then the realisation of mid-life that you can’t prove it, and maybe it does…
There is a glint in his eye, a playfulness as he looks over his surroundings. “That one was mine” he says as he points to the fjord in the distance. “I am really rather proud of it”. I just stand and nod. It is one of those days where I feel more discombobulated than normal. Is it really a Monday or could it be a Sunday just playing silly buggers? I opt to do what…
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Greed He looked over the paperwork. What the hell do I do with this one he thought. He was fine with sorting souls, but every now and again one would pop up like this. The file started easily enough. Serial adulterer. Three, yes, three divorces and four marriages. If at first you don’t succeed try, try, try and finally try again, he mused. I mean really, surely after two times the women in his…