Will o' the Wisp - Preview, Part II
Read on for the next scene from my brand new short story, Will o' the Wisp, creeping out of the shadows this Hallowe'en!
Missed Part I? Read it on last weekend's blog post.
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The telling of this tale began some years past. I was a young bachelor immersed in my study of the law; betrothal and marriage could not be further from my mind. I had taken up an opportunity as a clerk’s assistant at the chambers of a prestigious law firm. I was told I had great promise, having already found myself providing assistance on several briefs. What little I earned was enough to grant me take up rooms only a short walk from both chambers and the university. When I was not working, I took to my studies in my rooms, often staying up late into the night. When the oil lamp burned low, I read my papers by candlelight.
One late autumn evening, one that felt much like any other, I was charged with caretaking a delivery of documents on behalf of Mr Justice Bernstein. I felt honoured to be entrusted with such a task, trifling as it may seem. I set off on my journey via carriage, wrapped against the wind on which one could already feel the chill of winter. The candle that lit the lantern inside of the carriage cast only a dim light, which I was unable to read by. Instead, I extinguished it and took to watching the night go by.
We had left the city behind, its grey and dusty streets lit by street lamps. No lights lit the road along which we trundled and clouds hid the stars high above from view. Beyond the window, I could see only a tapestry of blackness. But over the rapid clopping of hooves and the incessant rattling of the wheels, I heard something in the wind. It sounded like voices, the words indistinct.
A whisper reached my ears, as clear as if it had been conjured in my own mind.
Beware the secrets in a woman’s keep;
For in her bosom is where proud men weep.
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It may be safer for some questions to remain unanswered...
Whilst running an errand late one Hallowe'en night, a young gentleman comes across a young lady in need of assistance. From whom or what she flees is unclear, but nevertheless he desires to help.
When she vanishes without trace, he determines to find the reason for her disappearance, a quest which may lead him into unknown peril.
For, amongst the shadows, there lurks something sinister...
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A gothic horror short story from the author of "The Jack O'Lantern Men" and "Whispers from the Dead of Night".
Want to read more? Perhaps I'll share a Part III during the week.
Available to download 31/10/2021. Pre-order on Amazon now!
Just seven days 'til Hallowe'en!
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Missed Part I? Read it on last weekend's blog post.
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The telling of this tale began some years past. I was a young bachelor immersed in my study of the law; betrothal and marriage could not be further from my mind. I had taken up an opportunity as a clerk’s assistant at the chambers of a prestigious law firm. I was told I had great promise, having already found myself providing assistance on several briefs. What little I earned was enough to grant me take up rooms only a short walk from both chambers and the university. When I was not working, I took to my studies in my rooms, often staying up late into the night. When the oil lamp burned low, I read my papers by candlelight.
One late autumn evening, one that felt much like any other, I was charged with caretaking a delivery of documents on behalf of Mr Justice Bernstein. I felt honoured to be entrusted with such a task, trifling as it may seem. I set off on my journey via carriage, wrapped against the wind on which one could already feel the chill of winter. The candle that lit the lantern inside of the carriage cast only a dim light, which I was unable to read by. Instead, I extinguished it and took to watching the night go by.
We had left the city behind, its grey and dusty streets lit by street lamps. No lights lit the road along which we trundled and clouds hid the stars high above from view. Beyond the window, I could see only a tapestry of blackness. But over the rapid clopping of hooves and the incessant rattling of the wheels, I heard something in the wind. It sounded like voices, the words indistinct.
A whisper reached my ears, as clear as if it had been conjured in my own mind.
Beware the secrets in a woman’s keep;
For in her bosom is where proud men weep.
___
It may be safer for some questions to remain unanswered...
Whilst running an errand late one Hallowe'en night, a young gentleman comes across a young lady in need of assistance. From whom or what she flees is unclear, but nevertheless he desires to help.
When she vanishes without trace, he determines to find the reason for her disappearance, a quest which may lead him into unknown peril.
For, amongst the shadows, there lurks something sinister...
___
A gothic horror short story from the author of "The Jack O'Lantern Men" and "Whispers from the Dead of Night".
Want to read more? Perhaps I'll share a Part III during the week.
Available to download 31/10/2021. Pre-order on Amazon now!
Just seven days 'til Hallowe'en!
🎃 TRICK OR TREAT?! 😉
Visit me on Facebook
Follow me on Twitter
Follow me on Instagram
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