Cliffhanger
The Graveyard Hotel
I was led by Hermes, who I assumed to be the butler, down a long hallway. A hallway that seemed to go on forever, but it was the kind of "forever" I really didn't mind. Each step on the luscious carpet was like luxury to my feet. Each picture hung, each light in the hallway, even down to the paint color, was like luxury to my eyes.
By Jasmine Aguilara day ago in Chapters
The Graveyard Hotel
I settled myself close to the window and let my mind drift as the carriage started to move. I had no idea how long it would take to get to the Amulet Rosette. It was strange the invitation didn't give an address or even something as vague as the town the hotel was located in.
By Jasmine Aguilar5 days ago in Chapters
The Graveyard Hotel
I ran my fingers over the envelope and along the edges of the black seal that secured the contents inside. There was no stamp and no return address. No such letter was found in my mailbox or even tucked in between the front screen door. The letter seemingly appeared out of nowhere on my kitchen table.
By Jasmine Aguilar18 days ago in Chapters
The Hoarder
Kendal was glad he'd got the barbed wire although it was a bastard to work with. Luckily, he had some thick leather gloves just for the purpose, picked up from a house sale in Barnsley after a particularly fraught encounter with an arms' dealer in 1976. He'd come across the house sale on the way home after a long debrief, the sign for it stuck to a lamp-post, a messy creation written on the back of an old cereal box which seemed oddly charming and parochial after the bloodiness of what he had just experienced. The craving for something pedestrian and domestic and normal drew him in. It had proved a levelling distraction, sorting through the things left behind by someone who'd had a pretty standard existence. Kendal had felt envious of the simplicity of a life lived represented in the items remaining and for sale to others, and it had grounded him on a day when that's what he needed.
By Rachel Deemingabout a month ago in Chapters
The Hoarder
Michael had never considered himself a man without feeling, and seeing Kendal as he tried to collect his emotions touched something inside him. There was no doubt in Michael's mind that he was out of his depth. His gut was tightening and he struggled as to what to do. He felt like he should get up and put a consoling hand on the old man's shoulder or something decent and human, at least.
By Rachel Deemingabout a month ago in Chapters
