Ash was lying on his bed, watching the butterflies flutter around the room.
This had happened every evening since he had moved in. It was getting stronger.
At first they were ghost butterflies. Now they were solid, real things. Made of paper and wire. Glitter and tinfoil. Artificial butterflies filled with life.
Candy was there.
Ash knew it was Candy. He had met her on the first day, though he had forgotten.
"Come into my room," she had said. "I need the company. It has been lonely. All these years just me on my own."
Ash had happily agreed. He had claimed the room. He liked it's feminine feel. He liked it's tidyness. Ash was tidy and clean by nature, despite his rather grubby job. Unlike Darren, he would shower as soon as he returned home, washing away the dirt from the outdoor work before he settled down inside.
Candy approved. She had liked this nice young man the moment she saw him. He was an improvement on Dean.
Dean had re-appeared, what were the chances?
Older, scruffier, what had she ever seen in him?
Ash was much better material to work on. She could manipulate Ash, make him better, make him the sort of man that she could live with.
Here.
Forever.
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THE LANDLADY by Jay Jay.
TerrorThe Landlady is Mrs Jones, an old woman who is not what she seems. The house collects ghosts and sucks them dry. The garden is huge and mysterious. But Mrs Jones is less hungry these days. Less inclined to rush into killing the latest group of young...
