Samuel Canerday
Bio
Just a small town author trying to fulfill his dreams of writing full time, and creating stories the whole world can enjoy
Stories (6/0)
The Nocturne Chamber Part 4
The street bustled with activity as I pushed passed the crowds and found my way to the metro station. Hopping on a train, I sat in a seat quietly for several minutes before exiting the automatic doors and climbing the stairs to the street. My coat billowed in the wind of a deserted path as I walked off toward Breyer Street, just three blocks over to the left, and then eight more up. I'd cased every bar from one end of the city to the other, eavesdropping, listening to gossip, asking questions. A good six out of ten had at least some comment to make about Breyer Street. Though the information within the area was often inconsistent, or hazy at best, it always had something to do with that street. I wasn't sure if that could help me, but there was nothing else for me to go on.
By Samuel Canerday6 years ago in Horror
The Nocturne Chamber Part 3
My head was pounding before I even opened my eyes that morning. After an informative, but ultimately fruitless, night at the bar, I had turned up nothing concrete with which to aid my investigation. I rolled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom, blinking the sleep out of my eyes as I brushed my teeth. I thought back to the day I first heard about the Weeping Door.
By Samuel Canerday6 years ago in Horror
The Nocturne Chamber Part 2
A wispy frame emerged from the shadows of a dimly lit alley onto the main thoroughfare, occasional lights from passing cars illuminating the bustle of foot traffic on the sidewalk. The young man slipped between the crowds, walking in a manner that bespoke purpose. Every other step he pulled out his phone, glancing at it for a few moments before slipping it back into his jacket pocket. Throngs of people laughed and bellowed past, but his eyes remained fixed ahead, as if they were unable to see anything but what was relevant to their goal. He slipped down another side alley, unnoticed by so much as a single person.
By Samuel Canerday6 years ago in Horror
The Nocturne Chamber
I entered the bar late, late enough that the crowds had thinned out and only the stragglers remained. The speakers were droning some barely intelligible music, which was just loud enough to drown out the murmurs of the patrons there. Taking a seat at the bar next to a grizzled old man nursing a drink, I ordered a shot of whiskey and gulped it down, surveying the bar as my eyes watered from the sting. There were two other groups of people, two men at a table in the corner, and a man and woman in a booth on the side. Then there was the man next to me. He was the man I had come for, though he did not know it. I ordered another drink, and ordered another round for the man as well. He looked at me with surprise, and I raised my shot in a toast.
By Samuel Canerday6 years ago in Horror
