Epilogue
In an old styled Victorian home the orange glow of a dimly lit fireplace of an office, the right side of the wall littered with old books dating back to the 1970’s and more, the person in the office sat in a burgundy leather chair talking on the phone.
“…so the doctor really is dead, that’s a shame, I’m sorry to hear about that, by chance could you tell me at all of how he died? Why? Business purposes, I worked with him on a project and it’s curtail to know of his death so that it’ll be documented as to why the project could not be completed.” The person paused to listen on the other end of the phone. “Suicide? Ah, it must have been stress, no, that’s good enough for me, thank you very much for your time. Goodbye, have a good day. Thank you.”
Hanging up, the person remained quiet, merely staring off into the slowly growing darkness that was the fire, before bursting out into laughter.
“They tell me its suicide when really they know nothing of how he truly died, how foolish of that man to think that it would be the same as all the others who have ventured into the old tunnels of the asylum. When really it was that girl, that one girl in the group who was being called, something like that hasn’t happened in fifteen years when Felicia Wickson was alive.” The person held up the photo that rested on the office desk. “I wonder, will you be any different? It seems that he in particular holds an interest in you, just how far will you go…?”
Standing from the chair the person tossed the photo back on to the desk before leaving the room with slight laughter, the photo that the person was looking at so intently was a surveillance photo of Tara Chevalier…
End of book One
More to come in Book 2~!
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Hands in the Dark
ParanormalInspired by a true event... Insane asylum turned college. Tara, a student in a writing night program, begins to discover a strange event involving a student's death. Only now she can't seem to get away from what stalks her during the night. Warnings...
