Shadow Crawlers. Part 14.

So, I’m sick at the moment. Woo. Going to the doctors later today and hopefully it’ll be mostly sorted out by Monday.

In other news, I’ll be changing to title of this series to Shadow Crawlers. Next weeks installment will be under that name, as will the others. On Monday all the old posts will be retitled, just wanted everyone to have some warning so there wouldn’t be any confusion!

On with the show!

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Part 1, Part 13

Rose sat in the passenger seat, the more time passed the sulkier she became. “I thought you said we were gonna stop off somewhere and have some fun.” “We are. Patience.” “I have been patient. C’mon, this is taking forever.” A spark appeared in her palm, “What are you doing with that?” “Nothing.” “Well then put it out. I don’t’ want anyone asking questions about suspicious burn marks in the damn car.” “Fine.” The flame guttered, flared, then went out. There was a smell of freshly baked cookies in the car. His stomach rumbled. “let’s get some food. I’m hungry now.” “Fine but we’re not stopping.” “Deal.” He drove for a few more minutes and pulled into the first garage he saw. “sandwich do?” “I wanted something hot but whatever.” Brett got out of the car and jogged into the small shop, he grabbed two sandwiches and two drinks.

Rose took her sandwich without comment, she pulled open the wrapping and held one half between her hands, when she stopped the sandwich was toasted and steaming gently. She bit into it, it crunched satisfyingly. “show off.” “Jealous.” Brett ate as he drove, taking large bites. When his sandwich was gone he regretted not getting crisps. He needed energy for what was ahead. Rose turned on the radio and started searching for music she liked.

Brett steered the car down the country road, he knew he was on the right track, though he wasn’t quite sure where he was going. After half an hour he stopped the car at the end of a large driveway, then reversed slightly, hiding the car from view of the house. “We’re here. Come with me, but act normal, don’t say much. I’d send you yourself but you’ll probably screw it up.” “I’m gonna be great. Screw you.” Brett got out of the car and gently closed his door, Rose got out her side, slamming hers. Brett winced. “Smooth. We’re tryna be quiet here.” She shrugged, “sorry. Jeez.” Brett walked into the garden and up the driveway.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you, but my wife and I were driving, we got a little lost and then our car broke down, could we possibly use your phone?” “Don’t you have mobiles?” “Mines dead and my wife left hers in the hotel.” The woman squinted at them. “I guess you can use my phone. Wait here.” She closed the door behind her. “Damn.” “Christ. Follow my lead.” The woman opened the door again, holding a mobile, “Here.” She reached across the doorway as she did, Rose grabbed her arm. “My husband and I would like to come in, would that be ok with you?” The woman started to speak, Rose pulled her forward, “that was rhetorical, in case you couldn’t tell.” Still holding onto the woman Rose pushed her way in, Brett followed after. The woman opened her mouth, “scream and I’ll rip your tongue out.” The woman closed her mouth. “Good. Who’s here?” “No one. Just me.” “Wrong answer. Who’s here?” Rose pulled the woman against her, the woman whimpered, steam drifted gently from where Rose held her arm. “My…My daughter. She’s only young, please, don’t hurt her.” “We’ll consider it. Call her down.” “Please, don’t.” “Call her.” “Melissa, could you come down here please?” They could hear someone walking around upstairs, “is it important, I’m in the middle of an essay.” “Yes honey. Please, just for a moment.” Footsteps on the stairs. Mellissa appeared, she wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, “run, Melissa, run!” The girls eyes widened, then she spun and started to race towards the back door. Brett ducked around Rose and gave chase. Melissa dodged around a dining table, pulling the chairs of it out behind her, Brett barely got around them, almost tripping over the last. Melissa reached the backdoor and started twisting at the key in the lock. It turned smoothly, the door unlocked with a faint click, she pulled the door open, getting ready to run into the garden when Brett slammed into her from behind, forcing the door closed again, she screamed once, before the air was driven from her lungs. She struggled, Brett grabbed a hunk of her long, blonde hair, his other hand against her throat. “Don’t struggle. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.” She opened her mouth to scream again but no sound came out, pain radiated from her neck, down through her body, so much she could barely stand, her vision dimmed. “That’s enough of that.” Brett pulled her from the window and turned to find the woman was sitting on a chair, Rose standing over her. He pulled Melissa behind him and sat her across from her mother. “Now, we’re going to have a little fun. Well, it might not be so great for you. We want you to answer a few questions for us.”

They played their game for three hours and, though it was close, Rose finally won. Brett wasn’t that surprised, she was quite skilled with the flames and a hard opponent to beat. They stepped from the table and looked down at what remained of their fun. Chunks of viscera coated the walls, the two women were unrecognisable. “It’s a pity the father died a few years ago, we could have used him as a bonus round.” “You were way to behind to catch up anyway.” Flames danced on her finger tips, “we should get going, it’s late.” Brett looked at his wrist, “shit it is.” The flames leapt from her fingers and raced along the walls. “It’ll look like an accidental fire, right?” “Yeah, the flames will move them to the right positions. Everything will be destroyed. It’s far enough away from everyone that it won’t be caught for too long. Once everything is in place it will act like a normal house fire.” “Good.” They left the house and went back to the car, behind him, Brett could hear the flames crackling. Rose stood at the end of the driveway, staring at the house until finally the flames were visible in the windows, smiling, she got back into the car.

“I feel so much better.” “Me too. Though I’m hungry now. Wanna get something to eat?” Rose nodded, then looked down at herself, “Don’t worry, we’re both clean, I checked before we left.” Brett started to drive.

It was night when they finally got back to the city, Brett dropped off Rose then went to the house, everyone except Amy was in bed, but then she always stayed up late. “Have a good time?” “Yeah, you?” “Eh. We didn’t get up to much here. Just the usual.” Brett continued on upstairs, smiling broadly. There was no sign of Grady, but he knew she hadn’t figured out how to get into the necklace yet. Amy watched TV for another half an hour before going to bed.

When Grady hear Amy’s door close she knew it was safe to leave her room. She crept down to the kitchen and turned on the light, then she rifled through the drawers, looking for a screwdriver. When she finally found one she sat at the table and began to carefully run the tip of it along the seam of the locket, looking for a tiny gap that the screw driver could slip into. She’d get this damn thing open, she needed to know what was inside.

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 24 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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