That was, if he hadn't lost it already, over the last few months. Since his life had fallen to pieces. He was standing outside, on the corner of his street, just trying to get some perspective on what had happened over the last few days, during which he'd seen some unusu...
He knew that he’d been disturbed, but he was unsure what might have caused it. Perhaps Helen had shouted, or the telephone had rung, stirring him from restless slumber. He waited for the sound to come again, and when it failed to appear he wondered if his own conflicted thoughts had roused him, h...
Franz Kafka “Many people attest to the existence of snuff films even though no one has ever actually seen one.” D.I. Sebastian Fawkes, North Yorkshire Police, Scarbridge Division. The bar downstairs had closed over an hour ago, sending the drunks and the party people careering off into their ow...
The things stirring there, reflected in her pupils, were clearly memories. But they were mine and not hers. Only mine. I am due to leave hospital in three days. The surgeons have mended whatever was broken and patched me up so that it is difficult to see the joins. But mor...
The blackout curtains – God bless Jane for buying them when he’d first started working nights – were still shut tight across the windows, barring all light, but his damned body clock knew that it was morning and had decided that it didn’t want to shut down for any longer. He couldn’t remember fin...
He’d found it in the lock-up garage and used it to transport the... the what? That was the big question, wasn’t it? Just what the hell did he have in there anyway? What the fuck kind of creature had those kids found and brought to him? When Hacky had gone outside and left Erik alone in front of t...
Surely there was a rational explanation for all this; perhaps the estate agent had employed a cleaner to get the house ready for their return from the Lakes.Yes, that must be it. A cleaner.Deep down inside him, where he wrestled with demons, the truth fought to be heard. There was no cleaner, and...
Nor could I remember how I’d come to hear about the place. Maybe I’d seen an advert in a newspaper, or placed in a dusty shop window.What I do recall is that nothing about the place stuck in my mind. It was just a convenient rental property—something I could afford, and close enough to my job tha...
The early afternoon sky was grey and uninspiring. She walked over to the van and waited, cold and unfocused, her weekend bag clutched tightly in her hand. She felt like a kid about to embark upon a school trip – her first holiday away without her parents: a big moment in a small life, a terrifyin...
Take her current situation, for instance: if John had simply thought about how his absence might affect Abby’s emotional state, he might have turned up to watch the school hockey match last night instead of working late at the office. Oh, he had offered a seemingly valid excuse; he always did. Bu...