psychological thriller

Chapter Seventeen

‘Mum, when will the electrician be in? The darkness is starting to get to me,’ I complained. ‘Soon, darling. Soon,’ was her response as she tied her hair It was just mum and I sitting at the table. Dad had gone to work, mum would leave in roughly 20 minutes. I’m not sure why I more »

Chapter Fourteen

I heard a voice.  A voice of a boy. Young boy, whose voice had yet to break. He was humming a nursery rhyme. I could feel my skin prickle. It was the feeling one would get when watching a horror movie.  I lifted my head higher, ‘Jamie? Jamie, is that you?’ I waited for an more »

Chapter Eleven

‘Daniel, why do we still have that portrait up?’ Mrs Jenkins asked Mr Jenkins. ‘I have no idea, Linda. I told the men to take it down, along with the others,’ Mr Jenkins responded. He walked to the kitchen counter and poured coffee into his mug. ‘Maybe they forgot to take it down?’ I sat more »

Chapter Six

‘He is just a little boy,’ Lady Williams pleaded. ‘Yes, a boy. The maids have heard you, your butler has seen it with his own eyes,’ Father Jones stated. ‘They are all lying!’ She continued pleading his innocence. ‘They would not lie in front of God. This has to be done. The neighbours cannot have more »

Chapter Five

‘Michael, this is a very nice drawing,’ Lady Williams said, as she stroked his head. ‘Thank you, mother. I believe that I have finally mastered the shadowing,’ Michael replied, while sketching the vase. ‘Shadowing?’ She questioned. She couldn’t help but admire her son’s drawing. ‘Oh, I don’t know what I’m supposed to call it. Only more »