The next day I returned to Cecil's house. The cliffhanger kept my up all night...that and Cecil's barking dog. I trod the stairs to the slinter of a front door, matching the rest of the house with its flaking paint. It was cracked open exposing a dark hallway. "Hello?" With the only reply being my voice bouncing of the white yellow wallpaper I walked inside trying my best to keep the creaking of the floorboards to a minimum.
In the dinning room a half eaten roast meal and an untouched, cold cup of tea. The sound that followed, I now understand the expression "my soul left me". The 3 taps so loud and sharp threatened to shatter the splinter of wood called a door. Opening it, I was met with the round face of mordieci.
After being questioned as to why I had invited myself inside he left me with a stern look and a warning to mind my own business.
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Mystery / ThrillerThe early evening moonlight bounces off the due drops as a distant owl's question float on the breeze. The air smells of damp leaves and it has a sharp chill to it, a late autumn evening. As I walk though the field near my hometown, as I have done s...
