Chapter 1: The Funeral of a Living Ghost
Part 1 The heavy oak door of Evelyn Gable’s study clicked shut, the sound like a coffin lid sealing. Clara Gable stood in the center [more…]
Part 1 The heavy oak door of Evelyn Gable’s study clicked shut, the sound like a coffin lid sealing. Clara Gable stood in the center [more…]
The heavy study door clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing the finality of Evelyn’s ultimatum. Julian’s face, pale and pinched, was the last thing [more…]
The mortuary van jostled along the narrow roads, a strange mix of relief and dread churning in my stomach. Timmy, bless his naïve heart, had [more…]
The silence in the storeroom stretched, thick with unspoken understanding. Wayne, the man I’d seen drive Evelyn around Pine Hollow for years, was now offering [more…]
The morning of my funeral dawned gray and humid, pressing down on Pine Hollow like a shroud. I watched from the chapel’s attic sound booth, [more…]
Evelyn’s voice soared, painting a flawless portrait of her supposed grief. “…Clara’s memory will forever be a beacon, guiding us through the darkness she left [more…]
The whispers in the chapel quickly escalated into a stunned roar. Evelyn, shaking with rage, tried to pry the microphone from Reverend Miller’s hand. “This [more…]
The recording ended, leaving a vacuum of stunned silence in the chapel. Evelyn stood frozen, her eyes wide with a feral terror. The meticulously crafted [more…]
Silas O’Rourke stood at the altar, a grim reaper in a custom-tailored suit. His presence utterly dominated the chapel, silencing every whisper, every gasp. He [more…]
As Evelyn and Julian were led away, their frantic protests muffled by the closing chapel doors, a profound silence descended. The congregation remained frozen, eyes [more…]