As sun sets, as all around prepares to sleep. Do you hear it? Those murmers, as the gloom descends, The sun failing, as nights blanket envelopes all. Solitude now, thoughts prevail, their pace quickens; For now the shadows shall play. What terror I understand, as blackest tendrils probe, Feeding, breeding therein! Solace! What bitter lover are thee? Wrenching fear and cold sweat, Creeping, malicious paranoia you are! The only comfort, those first birds at dawn. As sunrise, hasten your temporary retreat. We will meet again.....
That first night I put it down to tiredness and equipment malfunction. The company were notorious for not spending. Profits spoke louder than pay and conditions. Nevertheless, I duly noted the flickering screens that overlooked the basement and its single corridor before my night shift ended, mostly because it wasn't worth the aggravation of not reporting it. Doing our jobs properly, even if you were the night security, was important to management. Maximum work for minimum wage. I fully expected there to be no change the next night and there wasn't. The only way in or out of the basement would lead you straight through reception and the basement contained the dusty remnants of past stock and advertising. So it was hardly a surprise that I sat down to the same two flickering screens. After doing my first rounds of the building, I got comfortable with the radio on and began reading the sports pages. It was about halfway through my shift, the mild, balmy summer night holding the t...
As he jumped the fence, he smiled.He had been obsessed with corpses since he was 10. Seeing that decomposing body off the path had shocked him to the core, but fascinated him too. A long line of doctors, police and social workers had attempted to quell his curiosity and, for the most part, they had. Well, he had stopped talking so excitedly about it. At 48, Kevin was a loner, working menial jobs to cover his bills. Since his first corpse encounter he had used sex, alcohol and drugs to silence his desires but to no avail. There were other, more twisted, pursuits, but nothing gave Kevin the rush of exposing a body, more specifically what was left, from its final sleep. Alone with his prize, he could do as he pleased, and he was yet to disappointed. It was his third time in this graveyard. As ever, he had prepared, making sure he knew the quickest way out and which areas were the quietest. Dressed in black clothing, there was little chance of his being seen as more than a shadow. As he ap...
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