Chapter 1: The Journal in the Rust
Part 1 “Please, just keep reading,” I whispered as the cat began to howl frantically, only calming down when I opened the weathered spiral notebook [more…]
Part 1 “Please, just keep reading,” I whispered as the cat began to howl frantically, only calming down when I opened the weathered spiral notebook [more…]
The old Oakhaven Historical Archive smelled like dust and forgotten paper, a comfortingly static scent after the chaos of the morning. I carried Chloe’s journal, [more…]
The next morning, the rain had stopped, but a heavy grey sky pressed down on Oakhaven. My house, once a sanctuary, felt like a target. [more…]
The criminal trespass order left me with few options. Arthur had blocked the obvious paths, but he hadn’t accounted for the small-town network I’d grown [more…]
My phone buzzed in my hand as I walked toward my truck, the digital image of the wire transfer burning on the screen. The evidence [more…]
Two hours later, I was sitting in the driver’s seat of my small pickup truck, the last of my “personal belongings” crammed into the extended [more…]
The rain intensified. What had started as a steady downpour quickly escalated into something far more violent. Lightning cracked across the sky, momentarily illuminating the [more…]
The Kincaid estate driveway was a long, winding stretch of gravel, usually pristine and perfectly lit. Tonight, it was a dark, muddy channel, strewn with [more…]
The subterranean passage opened directly into a cold, damp basement beneath the main Kincaid residence. The air was heavy with the smell of old concrete [more…]
My hands trembled, clutching the ten pages of the “diary.” The elegant script danced before my eyes, refusing to make sense. It wasn’t Chloe’s. It [more…]