The second Jim entered through the vestibule door and in another part of the house there was sudden movement and a voice spoke softly. “We have a guest,” said the voice, “been a long time since the last one,” said a second voice, “and like the last one, he can never leave,” replied the first voice. “Don’t you think that might arouse suspicion?” Said second voice, first voice spoke again.“Dear cousin the risks are far too high and he’s probably seen too much already, no, there’s no other way and in any case cousin Jeremiah is about to greet our curious young friend. “Young?” Said second voice, “He must be at least fifty.” At that precise moment first voice stepped out of the darkened shadows and two long bony hands lifted a black hood back off his head and a horrible bony almost skeletal face cracked a thin smile. “He is compared to us my dear cousin and he laughed softly.” Jim Worral walked slowly down a long corridor. The first thing Jim noticed was the smell, apparently, according to experts, the human sense of smell is at its highest when you enter a building for the very first time and in this case they were absolutely bang on. He wrinkled his nose up and muttered again, “what the bleedin hell is that?” The second thing that struck Jim as a bit weird was the fact there didn’t seem to be any electric lights in the place, they were all the old fashioned gas ones, in fact there was nothing modern about the place at all. Indeed if Jim thought the place looked spooky from the outside, well, it certainly didn’t disappoint on the inside either. Again Jim plucked up courage and shouted out, “hello, anyone home, I just want some water?” He spotted a partially opened door to his right and figured it might be a kitchen, in which case he could help himself to some water and crack on with cleaning the windows. As soon as Jim entered that room he wished to God he hadn’t. In 30 years of peering through windows, James Anthony Worral had seen some pretty bizarre stuff, however nothing prepared Jim for the sight that was in front of him right now. He nearly rubbed his eyes in disbelief, just like prying kids do in Disney films when they’ve stumbled across something they shouldn’t have. Jim’s first instinct was to skidaddle away from there and back track his way out of the house, but he just couldn’t and as such, after quickly glancing around as well as peeking up and down the long corridor, proceeded to walk slowly towards the six coffins that were laid semi circle fashion on the floor in front of him. The six caskets were the only items in that room, there wasn’t any other furniture and they were all exactly the same size, unusually though not the normal coffin shape, they were exactly rectangular. Jim unhurriedly pulled out his long metal squeegee and again very slowly, holding his breath, began to lift one of the wooden lids, using the squeegee as a sort of lever. The lid wasn’t fastened down so it started to lift up easily enough. It was up a couple of inches when he suddenly stopped and let it drop back down, this wasn’t right, said Jim to himself, what was he thinking? He wasn’t one of these Goth nutters that got turned on by stuff like this. Jim stood up and surveyed the scene in front of him and then it dawned on him, “they must be undertakers.” That thought reminded him of earlier kicking the bucket over outside the house and he shuddered as a result. Again Jim’s curiosity got the better of him, one quick peek wouldn’t do any harm surely? Once again using the squeegee, Jim slowly lifted the lid off the first coffin, just as the gap got to six inches there was an almighty bang! “Holy Jesus” Jim cried and promptly snatched the squeegee back away from the coffin lid. As Jim whipped round to see what the noise was he went rigid with fear. Stood against the now closed door and dressed all in black was the tallest person Jim had ever seen in his life. The tall black-cloaked figure then began to speak. “Seen anything interesting?” ******* THE MOORLANDS
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 20:02:00 +0000
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