No One Gets Out Alive

by Adam L.G. Nevill

But how is it done, how is control over your life possible when you have no money, and no prospect of getting more than a little to survive on?

But if she had some special connection with the dead then surely the dead were everywhere and she would see them everywhere. So what made the house, or her in it, so special? Maybe a past trauma was locked inside the building and she was picking it up, like a radio received signals.

Regret: the most corrosive horror.

If things were not clear from the outset in a situation that a person had any doubts about, that person should just start running. Nothing was worth the risk

‘Can you hear me, you scrawny rat bastards? Can you hear me?’ Stephanie banged her hands against the door. ‘They are coming! Yes! And they will take me. But I swear you will not live. You will not leave this house alive. I swear I will come for you. Both of you. You will know me, you bastards! You will know me in this dark. No one gets out alive! No one!’

And in the darkest places only kindness matters.

And wherever we may go, or find ourselves, I believe we remain the same people. I don’t think we can change, not in any meaningful sense. New places don’t change us. Not really. Because no one travels light. We just have to learn to take less baggage with us and to pack our cases more carefully, and then make a fist of it.

She had learned that hauntings in Britain were mostly regarded as having an attachment to places and past events, not to specific individuals in a variety of locations. The farmhouse had no earthly connection to the house in North Birmingham.

Going that route also made her feel she was introducing the inauthentic to an experience she had never embellished with spiritual beliefs or superstition.

But it didn’t care about me. Beauty doesn’t care about any of us. Only darkness wants us.’