Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Just a little beginning of something...

And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.’
-The Brothers Grimm
     Once upon a time there was a beautiful young woman, she was lost in her life and it was unknown to her where she should be; who she should be or what her purpose was. She had wandered through the shadows, in and out of the daylight, dancing among the sunbeams for many years but now she had finally stopped. You see, darkest of dark roads, the bricks saturated in nightshade and hawthorn she finally got a taste of the life that belonged the Young woman had tried many things to find out who she was; she had taken many-a colour road to find herself but as she wandered down the to her, it was sweet, thick with molasses, one taste made her mouth water for more.
 It wasn’t just the taste, it was a feeling, the way the knife felt as it slid through flesh as smooth as a hot knife through butter, the way it resisted against the thick bone before grinding further through, leaving a wet, shining gauge with-in the soft pink mound of skin and flesh. She remembered the sharp white of bone showing, the way the blood rushed at the wall behind, the crimson droplets seemingly suspended in air before falling; fat and thick, hitting the floor with in-audible sound, settling, spreading and then soaking in. She remembered the puddle which had begun to form after the knife had slipped effortlessly through the thinner flesh of the throat, leaving in its wake a thick, red gaping grin. The puddle had continued to spread until it reached the soft beige rug and then it was thirstily gulped up. She remembered how the falling droplets had impacted with the red puddle, causing ripples, ripples of life fading away.
Yes she had, on that dull, sun spotted day, found her niche; her place in life. In fact she had so revelled in her new found belonging that she had watched the blood slowly saturate her summer dress and had still not disposed of the clothing. It excited her when her eyes lay upon the ruined dress, kept the memory fresh in her mind. Everything felt better now, clearer her corner of the world had been carved out and she intended to keep on carving….

Monday, 28 January 2013

Time stops with the beat of wings

I found this beautiful poem on the web from the creators of beautiful art and stationary Papyrus and wanted to share it with everyone:

“Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy and celebration. Hummingbirds open our eyes to the wonder of the world and inspire us to open our hearts to loved ones and friends. Like a hummingbird, we aspire to hover and to savour each moment as it passes, embrace all that life has to offer and to celebrate the joy of everyday. The hummingbird’s delicate grace reminds us that life is rich, beauty is everywhere, every personal connection has meaning and that laughter is life’s sweetest creation.” Papyrus

Image from freedigitalphotos.net created by Michael Elliott

Thursday, 17 January 2013

London Underground

Whistling and whooping filled the air, bringing the alley to life, Mae instantly felt her heart beat quicken and she began to panic. The streets of London were not known for their safety; Mae was stood in the darkened alley behind ‘the cats Pyjamas’ boutique where she had been attending a party. She began to retreat though she found she was not moving as fast as the encroaching crowd. Quickly she felt their weight behind her, forcing her forward out into the street, where they quickly dispersed but not before sending Mae flailing into the road. She stood a rabbit frozen in head lights as a car which could have driven straight out of the 1920’s came toward her; before Mae could scream a hand grabbed her arm, dragging her back to the safety of the street.
“You okay there? Those things u’ll kill ya, should be more careful. Ma’am?” a man’s voice asked, “Hay are you okay, you look a little lost” he asked her, concern tinted his words
“Um, I don’t know, I’m Mae” she said struggling with her words, staring blankly at her saviour, “actually I think I’m gonna, can you…” Mae’s words stuck in her throat as darkness filled her vision and the street fell from beneath her as she blacked out.
 When Mae woke she expected to be in her own bed, surrounded by her favourite things but she was not. When Mae’s eyes finally adjusted to the darkness she realised that she was in fact laid under a black satin sheet on a large double bed, the room she was in was decorated in dark navy paint accented with mahogany furniture. Mae climbed from the bed still dressed in her black tulip dress, though her shoes had been removed and upon examination Mae realised she had broken on of the heels, she sighed in frustration. Moving over to the lone chair which was situated next to a full length mirror, a wardrobe and dresser Mas looked over herself; her lip was bust, her dress torn and dirty and her hair stood up in directions it was not supposed to; She noticed a hand written note on the dresser next to the mirror:

Mae, I hope you find everything you need here, i took the liberty in choosing something fresh for you to wear and anything else you may require can be found in the bathroom. Please feel free to come down stairs when you’re ready.


Suddenly the events that had led to her waking up in a strange room came rushing back to her and confusion filled her mind, how had she ended up in Piccadilly circus, she felt out of time. Mae moved toward a door which she assumed led to the bathroom; it was decorated luxuriously in gold tones and white tiles; on the marbled counter sat a silver brush and next to a makeup pallet. She washed her face and applied a little foundation to the bruise forming around her lip, she added a touch of rose coloured lipstick and a sweep of shimmery powder to her eyes and cheek bones. Mae brushed her hair into submission so that it fell in loose curls and then returned to the bedroom. She slipped off her torn dress examining the bruise on her left hip that she could not recall getting and then pulled on the dress that had been left for her. The floor length, cream silk dress kissed her toes, it had a low slung waist and a low neck line; the bottom was decorated in an art deco style pattern which was mirrored on the shoulders, Mae slipped on the cream T-bar shoes and twirled in front of the mirror, giddy. Then something shiny caught her eye and stopped her twirling; on the dresser sat a beautiful diamond necklace, earring and bracelet set, it twinkled and kept her gaze as she reached out and fastened each item to her body, each piece set off the outfit perfectly.
As Mae gingery followed the long hallway along toward the grand spiral staircase she began to wonder what she was doing; why was she so happily following the instructions of a man she had barley met, wearing clothes he had left her, why was she not panicking, why was she not freaking out. She had been pushed into and woken up in a place that appeared to be a mash-up of both the 1920s and the 21st century; old Collier cars were running on engines that could have been plucked from any 21st century vehicle, they had CD players and air conditioning, there was modern electric lighting and advertising in Piccadilly circus but there were also 1920s dress, streets and talk, Mae was lost and she didn’t seem to care. She continued on her way taking in the rich, deep colouring of the walls and staircase as she descended toward the jazz music drifting up toward her from the depths of the building. Mae reached a deep red door, held open by a short, stocky, balding man dressed in a slate grey, double breasted suit, he smiled at her but bid her no verbal greeting and simply closed the door behind her.
The room she now stood in seemed to have no end and no bottom, smoke stirred and music played over the muted voices of people she could not see, she walked more cautious now, careful not to bump into anyone. However as she moved the smoke cleared revealing groups of people stood chatting; men discussing business and women gossipping; couples were dancing and cuddling in corners and singletons were flirting, Mae could not see the man she had glimpsed before in the street and so she continued on down the second set of stairs,
“Ah, here she is, the woman of the moment, our mysterious guest” the same honey toned voice said, she halted on the stairs suddenly aware of all of the eyes that were now trained on her “Don’t be afraid of them, they’re just wondering who you are, as am I” he said as he moved to take her hand and lead her down the remaining few stairs and across to a table, “Johnny can I get another glass of bubbly please” he called over to the bar man, who quickly obeyed,
“I’d much rather prefer bourbon, please” Mae said, her mouth betraying her, she had not meant to speak to freely in the presence of strangers
“Alright, Johnny please get the lady a double bourbon” he corrected and smiled at her “I’m guessing you need it” he said and pulled out a chair for her
“You have no idea” Mae replied, gladly sitting down away from the prying eyes of the others around the room
“So Mae let me introduce you to a few people here and then we’ll go talk. This here is Ellen, she’s an artist, an occasionally moody artist” he said, Ellen was sat her legs slung across the arm of the chair she occupied, her lips were painted in a dark rouge, her skin pale. She wore a knee length black beaded flapper dress and a dark feather in her hair, she nodded at Mae, waving her cigarette in a greeting, He continued “Alright, this is Jimmy and Jenks, twins, two of my best guys” Jimmy and Jenks were identical, in the short time Mae looked at them she scanned quickly for a simple difference but could find none, each wore the same navy suit and silk shirt, fedora hat and black shoes, she smiled as each greeted her with a ma’am. “Finally this is Arrigo, my oldest friend, in both definitions of the word, the one man I trust with everything” he said a warm smile touching his lips.
“It’s nice to meet you” Mae said, she felt the need to greet the man with words rather than a simple movement, he was older than the others, his hair greying but still full, his face was wrinkled, his mannerisms from another time,
“It’s nice to meet you miss” he said with a slight Italian accent, he took her hand and nodded his head ever so slightly, sitting back down again and nodding toward his friend
“Shall we” Gage asked her and gestured toward an empty table in a far back corner
“Okay” Mae replied, she trusted the man more than anyone else she knew.
Mae followed Gage over to the corner table, it was private but more brightly lit than the rest of the club, she slipped into the leather lined booth next to him; for the first time she realised that his eyes had not left her face since they had met at the staircase.
“So where are you from Mae?” he asked catching her eye, drawing her attention from the ground,
“Here, um, London, I’m just a little lost that’s all” she said, though she didn’t know how to explain exactly what had happened to her
“Well you’re lucky I found you, there are some unsavoury characters around these parts, a dame like you could get hurt or worse” he said,
“Yeah, I guess so. So who are you? You’re not an unsavoury character?” she asked but regretted her words instantly as the smile dropped from his face
“I used to be, but I made good for the bad things I did, now I guess I offer people a service. Protection from the unsavoury characters, you know the police ain’t much good, most of ‘um are in the pockets of the bad guys and those who ain’t, are too old to care, they want a quiet life, no trouble, easy retirement. That’s where me n’ the boys come in, now I ain’t gonna pretend we’re law abiding citizens, I do pay my taxes and this club here is mine, but I won’t deny that I’m in the same business with the likes of Capone or Schultz but I like to think I’m on the side of the little man, y’ know what I mean” he answering her question perfectly, honestly and the whole time he was talking Mae had become mesmerised. In the brighter light the sharp blue of his eyes was illuminated, she studied him, his face, the small lines that appeared around his eyes when he smiled, the blush colour of his lips; he wore a deep black suit, black shirt and silk red tie, his black fedora had a matching flat red bow and he wore a single silver chain around his neck.
“So you’re a gangster?” Mae asked outright, slightly shocked until she remembered where she was;
“Bluntly yeah, yes I guess I am and so are they” he said, a grin spreading across his face “Look where ever you’re from I’m guessing there are guys like us, women like them but we’re not all bad you know. Most of them are out for themselves, the money, always looking to gain no matter what but us we’re a different breed; we’ve evolved so to say, we take less and give more and in return we actually receive more, charitable donations so to speak. We help people, those who are being threatened by the less evolved and sometimes they take a disliking to it, to us. Don’t get me wrong Mae, I need to make money I got a club to run, men to pay; we run guns, offer protection depending on who we’re protecting we charge for the pleasure and it is prohibition if you hadn’t noticed. I promise you Mae I’m the better of two evils, I sit on the devils left shoulder, it’s a little closer to heaven than the right” he smiled then and Mae smiled back, his honesty, his humour felt refreshing
“Okay” Mae said, she was mesmerised by every inch of him, finding out what had happened to her had left her mind completely and she would happily stay where ever she was forever, with him.
“Do you want to dance” he asked, though it seemed less of a question than a statement as he was already stood up, holding his hand out to Mae. He had removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, his arms were tanned and muscled, each had worn and new tattoos decorating them. Mae reached out slipping her hand into his, the skin on his palm was soft, smooth unlike the rough feeling skin on the top of his hand, and she smiled as he twirled her onto the dance floor, the movement felt effortless, pre-programmed. They moved slowly, softly to the light jazz music drifting around the room, no words we’re spoken and their eyes remained locked on one another’s.
     Mae blushed lightly; she could feel his thumb tracing light circles on the underneath of her wrist, her heart skipped a beat as he pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “Who are Mae and where in hell did you fall from?” he moved away, keeping the distance between them close, watching her mouth as she spoke,
“I don’t know but I’m glad I landed here” she replied, her voice as soft as his had been, silence passed between them for a few moments before he pulled her close again, this time he did not ask her any questions, or whisper any words in her ear; he pressed his lips against hers, they were parted slightly but the kiss remained chaste. Mae kissed him back, bliss flowing over her body, she wanted to freeze the exact moment their mouths met, the heat, the feeling of happiness but something ripped them apart.
While they had been dancing in heaven and others had been laughing and singing five men had forced their way into the club, they had silently murdered the men watching the doors and had burst through into the basement contained club, their guns aimed. Not a half second passed between the door crashing open and the guns firing, bullets ripped through the air, people fell around them, women screamed and men yelled firing their own guns in retaliation, Mae had frozen, no scream escaped her lips, no sound of any kind, she simply stood surrounded by those who had fallen and those who were fighting back,
“Mae!! Move now” Gage screamed breaking the haze that had fallen around her, before she could respond he was pulling, dragging her out toward a back door hidden against the wall, his gun in hand; he turned firing as they fled out in to the alley way and down toward the street. Mae could still here the gun fire and screams from inside, in the distance sirens rang out, all she could concentrate on was the beating of his pulse where she had her thumb against his wrist and the damp heat of his palm. As quick as they had reached the street a car pulled up being driven by Anton, inside Mae could see Jimmy and Jenks who was cradling Ellen in his arms. Mae looked toward Gage for some form of direction or explanation but none came, only three words left his mouth, “Get in now” he yelled above the sirens, his eyes desperate, he lifted her before she could move, lifted her into the safety of the car, so that her eyes could see what his could not. In a split second Mae made a decision she never thought she would even have to contemplate in her life; as she looked over his shoulder down into the alley way she saw one of the armed men burst through door, his gun pointed toward Gage, Mae quickly twirled herself back out of the car and as Gabe turned with her, his mouth ready to form angry questions, he saw what she had but had not the time to change what would happen,
“I fell in love with you in a split second” Mae whispered into his ear, her body jolted when the bullet hit it, she slipped from his arms and hit the cool floor.
When Mae woke up she was surrounded by a crowd of people dressed in Versace and Dolce and Gabbana wearing Jimmy Choos and Manolo Blahniks, the lights were bright and blinding,
“Mae Jesus what happened are you okay, get that chair” a voice said through the blur
“Im fine, I…” Mae began but stopped when she realised that she was back in ‘the cats pyjamas’, she brushed the hair from her eyes and allowed herself to be assisted over to a waiting chair,
“Are you okay Mae, someone get her water, how do you feel?”
“I’m fine, it was just a dream, he was just a” she started but something stopped her, music drifted in from the street and outside the street light seemed to have dimmed and music filled. Mae rose from her chair pulled by the sound, the hope of what might be outside
“Mae where are you going, who was a dream, Mae?!” her friend shouted after her but she had already left the boutique, had run out into the warm night air, a smile spread across her face when she saw the source of the music; pulled up at the curb outside the boutique was an old, satin black collier, the music floated from with-in. Mae walked up to the back door her heart hammering against her chest and then skipping a beat when she saw who was inside. He lent forward, his black fedora and red flat bow atop his head, a smile on his face; his eyes glittered in the street light,
“Hay beautiful, get in” Gage said, he opened the door and held out his hand for her. Mae didn’t need to think or decide she climbed into the car and into his world. If she were dreaming, she would happily sleep forever.  

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

A little trinket

I read this a while ago and just loved the simplicity of it and how it really is the shortest horror story:
'The last man on earth sat alone in a room.
There was a knock on the door.'
-Frederic Brown
Just wanted to share that.

Monday, 14 January 2013

'Who dun it?'

     So I finally posted the second half of 'A Murder Mystery' it took forever but its done however the police have no idea who did it and Claude Van Ville has vanished, so do you know who did it?

A Murder Mystery part 2.


They had finished searching the room with no luck,
“Please I didn’t do this” Sandy pleaded, she clutched her sisters hand as tears rolled over her cheeks,
“Look my sister couldn’t hurt anyone she’s an artist, all hippy-ish and‘love not war’ those things” Wendy reasoned
“What!” Sandy protested “I am not a hippy” she snapped and the girls began to bicker,
“Will you two shut-up!” Lara yelled, she had noticed something that nobody else had, “where’s the butler?” she said turning around in a circle searching for the old man,
“I’m sure he was here just a minute ago” Maria King offered
“Well he’s not...” Remy Del Ray’s words were cut short by the sound of a blood curdling scream reverberating around the house
“Hay Van Ville i don’t suppose you’ve got one of those novelty door bells” Conner said
“I think we just found the butler” Lara said as she moved to the door. Everyone followed as she made her way out onto the landing and toward the large staircase,
"Thats not good" Laras words confirmed what eveyone knew had happened, Remy Del Ray stepped forward to take a look. Laid at the bottom of the stair was the butler, his limbs were twisted in unnatural directions, his neck had been broken causing his head to sit to one side and his face was contorted with fear and agony,
"AhhhhhhhhNoooooo" Maria screamed, she had reached the top of the stairs before her husband who was now holding her shaking body close, her head buried in his chest.
"Quentin take you're group back into the bedroom please and can you bring me the bed sheets" Remy said once again taking charge. Quentin nodded in respose and began to herd his group, most of whom were crying back into the brightly decorated bedroom. A second later he reemerged carrrying all the bed sheets he could manage from the twin beds.
"Do we all still have our gloves?" He asked, they all produced the gloves they had earlier used to examine the dead chef,
"Alright, same as last time, let's see what we can find" he said "Sally, Connor you take a look around up here, we'll do downstairs okay?" He said looking toward Lana, shr nodded and followed him as he made his way down stairs.
In the bedroom everyone had taken a seat whereever they could, the twins were said together, pale skinned and silenced in shock, Maria king still held tightly to her husband; not a word was spoken by any of them, they were all too terrified that the other was the murderer. Down at the bottom of the stair they worked in silence each looking over the body, some trying to avoid contact others not caring much at all.
“Wait!” Lara Called out suddenly “what is this?” she said her eyes finding contact with Remy del Rays. He moved around to take a closer look at what she had found, on the back of the man’s neck , just below his hair line was a deep blue dot the size of a dress makers pin head.
“Umm, what do you think that is?” Remy pondered out loud,
“It looks like an ink dot, maybe a ball point pen or a fountain pen” Lara commented
“you’re right Lara, it’s just like an Ink pen dot, I can’t say that the fall killed him and so it’s possible that he was poisoned with the ink pen, especially considering this rash that seems to be surrounding the dot, and then he fell as a result so who might use an ink pen especially with Claude Van Ville’s ‘no technology rule” he said looking around
“Well I might” Lara said honestly “though I did not bring a fountain pen, nor did I bring my laptop as Van Ville provided me with a typewriter” she added
“I have a fountain pen, in fact I’ve got it with me” Conner spoke up pulling the pen from his pocket “but I’m sure the ink is blue” he said pulling a small note pad from his pocket also, he pulled the lid from the pen with its sleek black body and gold accents, he quickly scribbled something on the pad “yep definitely blue” he announce and showed the rest of the group,
“Alright” Remy said though he did not sound convinced, “so who else?” he asked
“What about the Lawyer” Sally mused from her perch at the bottom of the staircase
“It’s possible; I mean was your pen provided by our host?” Lara asked Conner
“Yes it was” he replied
“I’m guessing that so was his but of course it is possible that someone anticipated Claude Van Ville’s nostalgia for the historic and brought their own laced with whatever poison it was that helped our friend on his way” Remy said“let’s go and check” he added standing and re-removing his gloves and beginning the ascent up the stairs, the others followed suit. The room was silent when they walked back in with their new knowledge; everyone looked at them, to them for comfort and direction,
“We need to know who else here was given or brought their own fountain pen containing black ink” Remy inquired looking from face to face for some form of tell,
“I do, Quentin King replied I had some important documents to read and sign over the weekend” he said standing and moving away from his wife
“And did you bring the pen with you Mr King or did Mr Van Ville provide you with it?” he asked
“I brought it with me, Mr Van Ville did provide an ink pen, very beautiful however it uses blue ink and I prefer Black plus it is my favourite pen, I’ve done a lot of good deals with this pen” he replied patting his breast pocket
“May we see the pen Mr King?” Remy asked though the sentence had the air of a statement, a demanding statement rather than a question. Quentin King paused,
“Why do you want to see his pen?” Maria King stood; wiping tears from her red rimmed eyes and moved over to where they stood,
“Well Mrs. King the deceased was found to have a small black ink dot at the base of his neck; it was irritated and inflamed which suggests a second poisoning which led to the fall. Now I have checked with everyone else who had an ink pen and well they all use blue ink” Remy explained, “now Mr...” he began but was cut off by an outraged voice though it was not the voice of Quentin Kings wife
“You have got to be kidding me, first my sister and now Quentin...Mr. King couldn’t hurt a fly” Wendy said raising her voice more than she had when she had been protecting her sister
“With all due respect Sandy you haveonly just met Quentin King, he could be England’s most prolific serial killer” Lara returned, the girl sat back down her eyes averted to the deep pink carpet
“Now the pen please Mr. King” Remy finally said
“No! This is outrageous, Quentin darling don’t give...” Maria king began in protest
“Sweetheart its fine, I did not kill that man nor the chef” he said as he produced the pen from his inner pocket much like a magician might a bunch of false flowers.
“Lara will you please take the pen” Remy said he had taken his gloves off when they had entered the room,
“Sure” Lara replied and took the pen by the lid tip in her own still gloved fingers, she slipped of the lid and held it in one hand while she touched the tip gently to her index finger; a wet dot of black ink was left in its wake, “it’s been used recently’ Lara noted and began to twist the pen removing one half of the pen body form the other, “and it’s empty’ she added. Remy turned to Quentin King
“Mr. King do you know where the ink cartridge is?” he asked
“No, um I haven’t a clue; I don’t understand that pen has not been away from my person, it’s been in my jacket pocket this whole time I cannot understand how the ink cartridge was removed without my knowledge” he said stuttering slightly in disbelief
“There is one very obvious explanation Mr. King, you murdered the chef and the butler, god knows why but it explains the pen and I think it might also explain the paint found of the chef” he said though he did not divulge further
“What do you mean it explains the paint?” Quentin King demanded, Remy moved closer to the outraged man
“I think you know what I mean Mr. King” Remy whispered “and I also think it is not something you want me to say in front of your wife” he added “Now Mr. King if you would accompany me into the hall, Lara will you join us” he said leading the way. Lara kept a hold of the pen as she followed close behind Quentin King.
Once they had re-convened in the hall, Remy Del Ray turned to confront Quentin King,
“Out with it them, how long have you and Wendy Holowitz been having an affair Mr. King? He demanded. For a while silent fell until finally Quentin King leant in and whispered, still afraid his wife might hear,
“I met her in a bar after work it just happened...” he began
“...and has been happening ever since, how long ago was it you met Ms Holowitz in the bar?” Lara cut him off
“Um-I a few months, 6 months” he muttered
“And have you been with her since we got here?” he asked
“Yes but only for a short while and nowhere near her room, I couldn’t have gained access to her sister’s paint, I didn’t do this, please believe me”he begged
“I’m sorry Mr. King but two people are dead and thus far you are my only suspect and you have connections to both murders therefore I must ensure that the remainder of the people in this bloody locked down house are safe, you understand?” Remy replied coldly
“And what are we going to do with him, Remy?” Lara asked
“We are going to lock him into a room and we will keep the keys safe, you and I” he replied
“What you can’t do that!” Quentin King protested
“Yes I can plus if you look at it another way, if you are not the killer then you are safely locked away in a room” Remy noted, “just give me a minute”he added and left them. He entered the bedroom once more and reappeared a moment later with a handful of keys that Claude Van Ville had been carrying with him since they had entered the house,
“There are not more sets of keys?” Lara asked
“These are the butlers, he was the only one with a set; Van Ville doesn’t even have a set of keys to his own house” he said gesturing for them to follow him. They did not move far down the hall stopping at the only bedroom that had not been occupied by one of the guests, “you will stay in here, we will check on you every so often, I hope you understand why this is necessary” he said and his reply was given with a nod, “okay In you go Mr. King, I will be giving the key to this room to your wife and she will be kept an eye on” he said beginning to close the door,
“You won’t tell her will you, please” he said just before the door was shut and locked.
“Now what?” Lara asked
“Well we keep looking; if Quentin King is not the killer then we still have to find out who it is before anyone else dies” he said walking back to the bedroom.
Back in the bedroom everyone was speaking at once, the noisy din escaped even though the heavy door stood between them and it. When they both walked back in, the room fell deathly silent,
“Where is my husband!?” Maria King yelled at them
“He is locked in a room for our safety and his own and you, Mrs King, are going to be given the task of holding the key, you will be watched Mrs. King” he said as he handed over the key.
“Okay well I think it’s safe to say that we are all hungry and I myself need a bathroom break and a drink” Sally spoke up,
“Okay but we go in groups; girls and boys” Remy said, Bathroom first and then we will all go down to the kitchen and find something to eat. Somehow along the way hours had passed while they had been examining the two dead bodies and accusing a lawyer of murder, before they realised the clock struck midnight. The chimes rang out through the grand old house sending shivers down every person’s spine.
They took their respective bathroom breaks and then re-joined to form a large group and made their way down to the kitchen where the first body still remained though it had since been covered by a sheet.
“We stick to tinned food, packets, collect what you can, James and Wendy get some jugs of water and we’ll go into the front room, Lara you come with me we’ll check on Mr. King and collect some quilts, blankets” he said, he collected a glass of water and a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits before turning to Maria King,
“Mrs King the key please” he said holding out his hand, she reluctantly gave it over, though she did not argue, “thank you” he said and both he and Lara left to return back up stairs. As they made their way to the bedroom they had locked Quentin King in Lara asked the question she had been wanting to ask since they had left the bedroom,
“I know you don’t think it’s him” she said “but who do you think it is?”she asked
“No I don’t but with him locked away safe in here I have one less person to worry about because to be completely honest with you Lara I have no idea who is doing this, for all I know it could be me” he said with a quick grin as he unlocked the door. When they walked in Quentin King was sat on the bed, he looked up grimly
“Is someone else dead?” he asked
“No we’re just bringing you some water and biscuits” Lara replied, the conversation and the visit were kept short and then they were returning back down the stairs, past the second dead body, their arms full of blankets and quilts. The others had gathered what food and water they could and had it collected on the coffee table that sat opposite the sofa, each person had taken a seat, some rested on the floor already and happily accepted the added comfort of a blanket or quilt cover.
“What do we do now?” James Ripley asked, he was the youngest in the group and he looked scared though he tried to hide it,
“We’ll be fine James, we’ll stay here until morning and then we will stay together and we will continue to do this until the morning and then we will walk out of here together, alive” Lara said trying her best to comfort him.
Everyone ate in silence baring the odd crunch of crisp and clank of fork against tin; Claude Van Ville may have been a very rich man but when it came to food shopping his pockets were far from deep. Hours passed as they picked at the food and slept in fitful dreams, some had picked a book from the shelf and sat and read in the low lit room though often their minds would wander to the situation that they had been put in, finally someone spoke up breaking the silence and shaking the others from their false slumbers,
“Where is Sally?” one of the twins asked from the corner they had chosen to curl up in,
“What?” Remy replied groggily
“Sally Mayfield, where is she, she’s not here” Wendy repeated
“Tell me you’re joking...are you sure” Remy replied suddenly fully awake and alert
“She’s not here” Wendy said once more
“She’s right Sally’s not in the room” Lara confirmed, she had stood and turned the dimmer switch fully up to check every inch of the room,
“No definitely not here” Conner said he had also stood
“Shit” Remy Del Ray muttered as he too stood, “did anyone see her leave?”he asked though his question was met with only ‘no’ and shakes of the head “we had better go and look for her” he said moving over to the door, “two groups, Connor, Claude and the twins you look down stairs and myself, Lara and James will look upstairs” he said. Each person stood and mentally shook themselves awake though none were ready to leave the warmth and slight comfort of the room.
They each walked faster than they really wanted to though they moved with caution afraid of what they might find; they checked the kitchen though she was not to be found snacking nor the more likely, drinking. She was not sat in front of the still roaring fire in the dining room warming herself and gaining some much desired ‘alone’ time and she was not seated in the darkness of the cold and caged in conservatory; she was not downstairs. They began to make their way up the stairs past the body of the butler and down the hall until they met up with the second group,
“What is happening, did you find her?” Conner asked
“Yes, Mrs King do you have the key?” Remy answered and asked his own question
“Yes I do but...” she started
“Did you come up here while the lights were down and the others were sleeping, did you sneak out and let your husband out of this room?” he asked coldly
“No, I have not!” She snapped in outrage
“Can I have the key” he replied, it was not a question
“Where is Sally?” Sandy asked as Maria King finally handed over the key
“She’s dead, stabbed in the heart with a knife” Remy replied with little emotion
“Oh!” Wendy gasped turning to hug her sister “we’re all going to die!”she wailed,
“No we’re not!” Lara yelled at her, “Sandy will you please calm her down, Sally Mayfield left that room of her own accord, and we are all going home on in the morning, now shut up” she yelled once more. During this time Remy Del ray had slid the key into the lock,
“Finished?” he said to her when she had stopped and calmed down
“Yes” Lara replied and gestured for him to open the door; he turned the key and gently pushed the door open,
“Oh for fucks sake” he muttered “I can’t believe this” he said a little shock flashed across his face, Lara pushed past him to see what had shaken the detectives calm demeanour; it was Quentin King. He was laid cock-eyed across the bed with his head facing the door; his eyes had rolled in to the back of his head leaving only pale whites where once bright blue iris had been and his mouth hung open as though in shock at the gaping hole that was now in his skull. Blood had soaked into the cream rug below turning it a deep thick red and every so often a droplet would fall from the still oozing gash only to vanish, swallowed up by the still thirsty, glistening rug.
“Oh no, sweetheart I’m so, nooo, no, no” Maria Kin yelled and though no one else had caught it Remy Del Rays sharp deductive skills heard something very close to remorse, he pulled the door closed and turned to look at the group of people who seemed to be relying on him, Wendy was sobbing, her face buried in her sisters long hair, he looked from her back to Maria king
“Why did you kill your husband Mrs King? Was it because you believed him the murderer or was it because you found out he was screwing Wendy Holowitz?”he asked bluntly, everyone fell quiet apart from Sandy who could not help her now involuntary sobs
“I knew about them before we came here and then when she turned up. I was just going to confront him and when Sally asked if I would go with her to the bathroom it seemed like the perfect chance. Then when I saw him I just lost my mind” she sobbed,
“Did you kill Sally and the others?” Remy asked
“What!” her head snapped up in anger “no I did not!” she half yelled the words at him
“And did anyone else go with you?” he asked
“no, no one else, not that I noticed and afterwards, well I just returned downstairs, I didn’t even notice Sally had not returned” she said and once more began to sob, no one came to comfort her.
“Jesus” Lara muttered, “this house if full of crazy people
“Alright everyone back down to the front room” Remy announced, “myself and Lara will stay here to examine the latest crime scene
“What!” Wendy exclaimed “I am not going anywhere she is” she said pointing a still perfectly manicured finger at Maria King, “she might try to kill me” she said
“Well you were having an affair with her husband however “ Remy began stopping to pull a pair of deep silver handcuffs from his jacket pocket, “I never go anywhere without these” he said as he produced them and handed them to Conner “ Cuff her to the heaviest chair and keep an eye on her” he said. He and Lara waited for them to vanish down the stairs and then they returned to the bathroom where they had found Sally Mayfield.
Sally Mayfield had not stood and moved from the bath tub where she had been found, she was still there lain with her hands in her lap, her eyes wide, staring down as though looking at the knife that had been plunged into her chest, in disbelief.
“I’ll take the body” Remy said making his way over to the bath, Lara started at the opposite end of the large room by the sink. The house was impeccably clean so much so that she found not even the slightest whisper of dust or even the implied existence of dirt however the exceptional cleanliness of the room meant that when she did find something it stuck out like a sore thumb and the something she found was sequins. They were similar to the ones she wore on her red shoes however they were not the right colour, they were a deep shimmering black much like the ones set with in the beads upon Wendy’s dress,
“Remy” she called
“Lara” he called in unison their names becoming mashed together
“I’ve got something” she said before he continued
“Me too” he replied, “sequins, black sequins, you?” he called back
“Same” Lara answered and they joined each other in the centre of the room,
“Who’s wearing this colour?” he said
“Wendy Holowitz” Lara replied
“Then I guess we had better go and talk to her” he said

They walked slowly down the stairs and listened for a few seconds by the door leading into the front room, nothing could be heard either everyone had been inexplicably murdered while Remy and Lara had been upstairs or they were sat in silence; they both looked at each other as though they had just shared the same though, each hoping that it was the latter answer. Remy turned the door knob slowly and pushed open the door to find everyone, thankfully staring at him, they had been sat in silence,
“Alright we found something now I want you all to remember that we have found some different form of evidence upon everybody pointing to a different person being the murder and so I am going to start to look at this a little differently, we...” he started to explain when the lights went out and they were all plunged into darkness,
“ahhhhhhh” Wendy screamed,
“Shit, god dam!” Conner exclaimed
“Remy” Lara called, it was then hey they all heard it, two ear shattering, sharp bangs rang out around the room, “ahhh, fuck!” Lara screamed and suddenly as quickly as they had gone out the lights came back on illuminating the room,
“Oh my god!” James yelled,
“What- what now!” Remy yelled back
“it-it’s the twins they’re, they’re dead!” he yelled back, everyone stopped and looked toward the chairs that Wendy and Sandy had been sat in, they had both been shot in the chest, blood soaked their dresses and their bare legs
“for fucks sake I am starting to get annoyed with this, I’ve had enough, if it’s not one of us then there is someone else in this house, Lara” he said turning though she was not stood behind him,
“Down here” she called, she had been knocked over and the door which had been close behind them now stood open,
“What happened?” Remy asked as he helped her up
“I don’t know exactly it was pitch black Remy” she replied “someone rushed past me sent me flying” she said, they each looked around the room, everyone was still there, who else is in this house Claude?” Remy asked as he examined the cut on Lara’s forehead,
“No one just us” he replied
“Wait a minute” Conner said moving toward Remy “what about the girls who served us earlier, two of them I haven’t seen them since the cook died
“You’re right, Van Ville?” Remy turned to the man once more anger filled his eyes
“I am afraid, Mr Del Ray that I believed those two young ladies to have been dead many hours ago, much before the Butler” he replied
“Fine we are going to stay together, we are going to search this house from bottom to top and back again” Remy exclaimed, he pulled a small silver key from his pocket and un-cuffed Maria King, “everyone arm themselves” he said. Connor and Lara each picked up a fire poker, Maria king held a long silver candle stick in her hands, as did Claude Van Ville though he held his with less intent, James held a walking stick he had found by the door and Remy Del Ray collected the antique sword that had been hung above the fireplace,
“Alright?” he asked and stepped into the hall.
They started in the kitchen and soon found the two girls who had earlier been serving them food and wine in the dining room, they had, had their throat slit, ugly jagged cut ran from ear to ear and then they had been dumped into the pantry, this made Remy Del ray twice as angry as he had been when he had left the room only 15 minutes earlier,
“I’m going to get the bastard who is doing this and I won’t be turning him over to the police” he snarled as he closed the pantry door on the two dead girls. “Every Inch-until we find the bastard who thinks he can pick us off”Remy mutter through gritted teeth and so they continued their search. They moved from room to room in perfect formation from one end of the room to the other; Remy, Lara, Maria King, Claude Van Ville, James and Conner, until they had searched every inch of the lower rooms of the house and then they made their way up the stairs. In the darkness that had swept the house when the lights had been cut it was hard to see far in front and so no one noticed when Connor was taken, no one noticed barring an odd grunting sound, when he was hoisted up by the rope around his neck until he had stopped breathing, no one noticed until suddenly from nowhere the lights re-illuminated the house.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, no not again” Maria King noticed first, her screams were echoed around the almost empty house, instantly and in unison,
“Jesus Christ” James gasped at the sight of Connor hanging from the ceiling joists, his face was still blushed but carried the pale hew of death beneath, his eyes bulged and his tongue protruded from his lips, swollen and fat.
“How in fucks name did this bloody happen!” Remy yelled,
“It’s the darkness it allowed whoever is out there to take him and do this, they were prepared” Lara said darkly
“Well it’s going to stop” Remy exclaimed
“Do we cut him down, God please cut him down!” Maria begged
“Alright” Remy said he followed the thick rope from where it wrapped around Connor neck and down to where it was tied around one of the thick and heavy curtain holders and he untied it, gently though it took effort not to drop him, he lowered Connor down to the floor. He un-tied the rope from his neck revealing the thick red, blue indentation running around his neck,
“What do we do now?” Lara asked
“We go back down stairs and we barricade ourselves in the front room” he said and he led the way back; though even back in the safety of the room they would not be safe. They barricaded the door with every heavy piece of furniture that they could move and then they settled down,
“Does anyone want a drink of water?” Maria asked as she poured the warming liquid into one of the cups that they had brought in earlier
“Thank you” Remy said
“I’ll take one” James said, “thank you” he said as Maria handed over a cup of water he took a deep drink, Maria sat and drank from her cup though Remy only stared deeply into his as though he were pondering an un-answerable question. Claude Van Ville had sat in the high back chair that Maria king had earlier been Hand cuffed to; he seemed far from fazed by what had been in his home.
“Eurgh that, it tastes...” Maria gasped and looked toward James though he had already begun to react to the poison that had laced the water, his lips had greyed, his face paled and he was choking, foam raged at his mouth making him seem a rabid animal,
“oh my god” Lara rushed over to him, “it’s okay” sweetheart” she said as she cradled his head in her lap, he looked up at her his eyes begging though there was nothing she could do. With-in seconds Maria King was in a similar position, Remy Del Ray had dropped his un toughed water and had moved to the floor where she had fallen he held her clammy hand tightly in his though it brought no comfort to the dying woman,
“He’s gone” Lara whispered a tear ran down over her cheek, she stood and collected a cushion from one of the chair and rested his upon it,
“So is she” Remy replied doing similar with a cushion, they both stood and looked around the room, “nobody touches anything, it is 2am, what time will the doors open Van Ville?” Remy asked
“9 o’clock sharp” he replied
“Okay we have 7 hours to get through, no body leaves, we stay here and we survive” he said looking around the room. He took a chair and sat with his back to the barricaded door, Claude Van Ville sat with his hands resting in his lap and his eyes closed, he began to gently snore and Lara moved her own chair to sit beside Remy Del Ray,
“Nothing seems to bother our esteemed host, does it?” she said
“Not at all, it rather makes you wonder” he replied though he did not elaborate“how do you do it?” he said suddenly
“What is that?” Lara asked
“The ideas, the new ways to keep your readers entertained?” he explained
“Research” she replied, the conversation continued in much a similar way between them, they spoke of their jobs, mundane things and even their own personal lives and they talked until the sun rose, until the clock announced 9am and the room was once again filled with fresh, heated sunlight. The house had been released and so had they.
The three of them escaped from the house leaving every inch of belonging they had taken with them and made their way directly to the closest police station where it seemed their story was rather un-believable though they did finally succeed in convincing them. The police spent a day removing bodies, collecting what evidence they could and searching the house, they them spent days interviewing the only three surviving victims and almost a week after seven people had been in-explicably murdered and they had found nothing, no one lurked in the house, no evidence pointed to anyone person as the killer.
There was nothing.