Decapitated – Lingering Evil

Laughter exploded once again, filling the room. Overpowering, deafening, evil laugher and the mirror in front of me cracked from left to right, decapitating my image.tumblr_nf1swqCdsk1tzqrfpo1_500

The long awaited sequel to Dead of July is progressing nicely. Sheila is pregnant and looking forward to being a mum. Memories from the past haunt her, literally. Watch out for Lingering Evil. Coming soon…set to scare you!

A Good Irish Priest to scare the Daemons away.

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His words floated around me, seeming to come from a long way away. The atmosphere in the room changed. The temperature dropped drastically. Feeling light headed, I clutched the side of the chair, scared I was going to faint. Captain Myers stood up, a concerned look on his face, “Are you feeling alright? Look at me, focus. Sheila, whats going on?”

“Sorry, I feel sick, and a little bit dizzy.”

“Take some deep breaths, concentrate on breathing.”

I tried, but it didn’t seem to help. Captain Myers took the green army blanket from the examination table and put it around my shoulders. He crouched down in front of me and spoke softly, but I wasn’t listening to what he said.

The shadows grew dense and threatening, my vision blurred. The room tilted to one side slowly. I hung on to my chair as though my life depended on it.

“Sheila, you don’t look good. What’s happening?”

The doctor snapped his fingers in front of my face, “Come on, come back to me, snap out of it.”

Evil laughter filled the room…and then it was gone.
The shadows vanished, tears rolled down my cheeks.
There was a tap on the door, “Who is it? I’m with a patient.”

A soft lilting Irish voice answered, “It’s I, Major McCafferty. May I come in?”

Help – Viktor’s Back

Shadows in my car, I could see them.

You can’t hurt me, you’re dead. You can scare me, but you can’t hurt me.

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“I need help,” I whispered.

Major McCafferty stopped and faced me.

“Why, whats wrong?”

“Viktor,” I whispered, “he’s back!”

Viktor – An insight!

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Viktor never knew love. He was used by Marianna, his mother in ways you can’t even imagine, ways I can’t bring myself to write about. She was a monster! In the late seventies, when Vlad, Viktor’s  father was killed by a competing crime family, Marianna took revenge and then fled to Germany with her two sons, Viktor and Yuri. She became the Queen of a lucrative criminal world. A smart organized woman, she changed her business to suit the needs of the underworld. She traded guns, secrets and worst of all, women. No women is not the right word, she bought and sold young girls.

In her youth she was beautiful to look at, and took lovers as and when she pleased, male or female, it didn’t matter. If they pleased her she kept them for a while. If they didn’t satisfy her needs, they simply disappeared.

Marianna’s lifestyle caused her to age badly. Too much vodka, cocaine and sleepless nights turned her beautiful face into a grotesque mask. Willing lovers became few and far between, so she took her pick from the men who worked for her, and the young girls she traded. They were unwilling partners, and many were never seen again.

Yes Viktor was evil, but his mother was much worse, she was the Devil.

Dare I sleep?

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Tucked into my bed, alone! No part of me exposed to the air, hiding, scared, no sleep for me tonight.
When will I be safe again?
The air moves, I feel it.
“Who’s there?”
No reply.
I’ve come for your unborn child.
I know my fears are talking to me. I’m alone with my fear, conjuring up terrors that don’t exist.
The bedcovers slowly glide down the bed and onto the floor.
Icy air touches my skin. Cold, dirty air, tainted with an evil presence.
“Won’t someone please, HELP ME!”
I shouted to an empty room. No one heard.
I clutched my stomach and prayed.

Lingering Evil – Shadows

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“Who’s there?” I asked again.

Whispers in the darkness! Distorted shadows moved past the end of the bed and deepened in the corner of the room.

Les sat up sleepily. “What’s going on? Are you having one of your dreams?”

I sometimes had dreams that turned out to be premonitions, Les was used to them, but they were unpredictable.

“No, someone touched me!”

I was wide awake.

The Ticking of the Engine

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Glancing back at my car, I expected to see Viktor sitting in the passenger seat, an evil grin on his face, but there was nothing there. What I’d heard was most likely the ticking of the engine cooling down. Alfa Romeos ran hot, just like the Italians, and I drove it hard. There was nothing to see, but I felt a sudden chill, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

“Come on, let’s get you inside, you’re shaking. You need a hot, sweet cup of tea.”

I barely heard Shirley’s words, but allowed her to lead me up the stairs to our office.

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Yes, I’m writing again. This is the follow-up to Dead of July which I published back in 2013. You can only write when the time is right!!!

The Pregnancy

 

cobs-product-pane-di-casa-loaf-650x458February and March of 1984 flew by. My body began to change and swell with pregnancy. It was uncomfortable, but exciting. Morning sickness visited me in the afternoon rather than the morning, which was fortunate because the only thing that seemed to soothe it was hot fresh bread. I craved it constantly. A British bakery food truck visited our area every couple of days, and I stood by the window every afternoon after work, waiting for it to arrive. I’d smell its delicious aroma before the truck arrived, and was usually down in the car park waiting for it.  The bread van was driven by an ex-squaddie who decided to stay in Germany when his time with the British Army was done. I was glad he made that decision.

Bohemian Ending!

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I saw Bohemian Rhapsody yesterday, it inspired my writing a little. I’m currently writing the sequel to “Dead of July”, already chose the ending “Lingering Evil”.

Lingering Evil starts in February of 1984, two years after my last book ended. Sheila still lives in Germany, but her life has been fun. No more encounters with Evil Russians’ dead, or alive, until she finds out she’s pregnant. Then things change a little.

Where does Bohemian Rhapsody come into this? Live Aid! I think the Live Aid concert in July 1985 is a good place to end this book!

Dead of July

Ghosts on the Sand