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Short Horror Stories Vol. 6: Scary Ghosts, Monsters, Demons, and Hauntings (Supernatural Suspense Collection) Kindle Edition
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- Book 6 of 27 in Supernatural Suspense Collection
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"What are you reading?" asked Katie.
"Nothing!" he exclaimed, closing the browser window. "I mean, just work stuff. Emails."
He had not heard her come back into the kitchen. She wound her arms around him from behind, put her chin on his shoulder. She had been out in the nearby woods, despite the chill, and smelled of rain and smoke.
"I thought I saw something from the priest," she said. "What does he want?"
"Just talking about folklore and stuff," Joseph replied. "Nothing important. He thinks a witch was buried--well, impaled--under your post."
He felt Katie stiffen for a moment, then she relaxed.
"That's very interesting," she said. "But I think you might have a dose of flu coming on. Tell you what, my love--I'll make you some herbal tea, and you go to bed and get some rest."
"I--I don't want to..."
Joseph could not complete the sentence and found himself unable to protest. Katie took him gently by the elbow and led him through to the bedroom. She took off his shoes, tucked him under the duvet fully clothed. Then she placed her hand lightly over his eyes, and he was in a profound and dreamless sleep.
When Joseph awoke, it was dark outside. He got up, feeling dry-mouthed and stiff, not rested at all. He wondered if he had slept all day. He heard the sound of Katie moving around in the kitchen and shuffled slowly out of the bedroom and across the hall. She was busy in clouds of steam, every hob on the range occupied by a bubbling saucepan.
"Darling!" she said. "You're up at last. Let me get you some soup."
Joseph feebly protested, but again he seemed powerless to resist her. Katie set him down at the table and bustled around, chatting brightly about the weather, the various recipes she was trying, and how good she felt.
"Being pregnant suits me, doesn't it?" she said.
Joseph gasped as she drew aside the large, flowery apron she was wearing to reveal her torso. She was swollen to a startling size, as if she had swallowed a bowling ball. Joseph tried to remember all the pamphlets he had read, the online videos he had watched.
"No!" he managed to say. "You can't be that far... It's too... No!"
"Yes," she corrected him, returning to the steaming pans. "Growing really fast in there, which is why I need to eat plenty of this stuff--proper food, eating for two."
Joseph gawked. He knew that something was wrong, that he should demand answers. But, somehow, he lacked willpower; his mind was clouded. Katie explained, as she busied herself around the kitchen, that she had already called his boss and told him about the flu.
Joseph looked at the soup she had placed in front of him. He took a tentative mouthful, again detected the odd aftertaste. He wondered if she might be drugging him, but he could think of no reason why. To stop him calling for help? Help to do what? Help against his wife, the mother of his child?
"That's right, my dear, you eat up," she said, putting a platter of home-baked bread beside his bowl.
The phone rang, Katie frowned and went to answer it. Joseph summoned the last vestiges of his energy and stood, picked up the bowl, shuffled across the kitchen. He moved so slowly, having to think about putting one foot in front of the other, not losing his balance. He reached the sink, was about to pour the entire bowl down the waste disposal, then realize that would be a mistake, a giveaway. He poured most of it down, shuffled back to his place.
Katie returned to find him mopping up the soup with a chunk of bread, patted him on the head.
"Well done, darling! That was just your vicar friend, something about that silly post. I told him you were ill and he shouldn't come around. Now, let's get you back to bed."
Joseph pretended to fall asleep, sensing her watching him from the doorway. He kept his eyes closed until he heard her opening the front door. Katie was talking to Jenny the midwife, and the older woman was speaking to Katie in an oddly deferential way. He strained to listen, but then heard the living room door close, muffling the conversation.
Joseph got up, found his phone, then hesitated. Could he call the police and tell them his wife was drugging his soup? What if he was wrong and did have a bad dose of flu? He imagined Katie explaining that her husband was delirious and stressed out by worrying about the baby. She was so confident, now, so plausible, not to mention seductive. A male police officer would be putty in her hands.
Joseph went to his laptop, feeling slightly woozy, and turned it on. There was another email from Tim Harcourt. Joseph struggled to read it; the words seemed to dance around on the screen. He made out a few phrases, including 'I was wrong to dismiss,' and 'has long been a troubled place.' He also gathered that the priest wanted to come and see him as soon as possible.
He was trying to type a reply when a pair of strong hands gripped him under the armpits and lifted him off his chair. Katie watched as Jenny the midwife half-carried Joseph back to bed. He tried to fight back, but Jenny easily held him down. Katie handed the big woman a hypodermic. Joseph began to shout and thrash in panic, but the needle was already in his neck, and the room swam and faded as he lay back, inert.
The last thing he heard was Katie saying something about 'dealing with the priest.'
- Publication date : November 29, 2019
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- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 35 pages
- Publisher : ScareStreet.com (November 29, 2019)
- Language: : English
- ASIN : B081ZDMV3V
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
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The first: Mirror, Mirror.
A respectable ghost researcher has secret side job, which is very profitable. However, his “partners” are not so pleased with their arrangement.
The second: The Post.
Joseph and Katie are expecting their first child. Being pregnant has caused some strange obsessions in Katie. One day she fixates on the old, dilapidated gazebo in their back yard. She becomes determined to have it knocked down!
Although There is a feeling of confusion during the ending, with Katie’s parents, this story is by far my favorite. It has a fascinating historical connection.
Four stars 🌟
The second story is from the always talented David Longhorn. A young couple move from crowded London to a country cottage. All is well at first until they decide to tear down an old shed that is an eyesore. The shed was built around an ancient post that hides a horrible secret - and proves that things should not always be disturbed.
As with the earlier five volumes, this is a very quick read but stays with you long after you reach the end. If you like good frights, give this series a try. You will not be disappointed.
"Mirrors" by Ron Ripley revolves on one of the best reasons to keep Mirrors covered; and ponders whom is scarier--the dead or the living? Then author Ripley delivers a delicious helping of Poetic Justice.
"The Post" by David Longhorn is true English rural folk horror. When you're all alone in your isolated country home and you start hearing voices ordering you: Watch out! Before it's too late!!
I reviewed a digital ARC generously provided by the publisher at no cost, obligation, or remuneration. I opted to review this title.