A Killer Weekend
Just a warning. This is not a full-story. It ends just when it's getting started. And yes, the title's cheesy, but I couldn't come up with anything better.
A Killer Weekend
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"Welcome," I murmur, my voice husky and soft, forcing my audience closer. "I'm so glad you could join us." I can't believe I've sunk to this, hosting a "Haunted Weekend," my beautiful turn of the century manor transformed for the month into a dreary, spooky, cobweb-laden house. Tall candles light each room, sending flickering shadows across the spaces. But each weekend party is fully-booked and even most of the weeknights. It's bringing in money, which was the point.
I lead the way into the dining room, where Justin is already seated at the head of the table, the goblet in front of him filled with deep red wine. "Sit." A wind whistles outside, moaning through the branches of the oak, rattling the windows. The creaking stairs and an occasional small bang...