Saturday, October 10, 2015

FOREVER - BY CHRISTOPHER LICCARDI - IS THIS WEEK'S SCARY SATURDAY TALE!



http://penofthedamned.com/2015/10/06/forever/

Forever, by Christopher Liccardi, is this week's Scary Saturday Tale! Christopher is the newest member of the Pen Of The Damned and his debut story rocks awesome sauce. Mix in an old family business, an attractive lady, and a deranged little bugger and . . . and you know you're in for some interesting reading.

I have only included a teaser of Christopher's great story below. Click the link above to read it in its entirety. 

Welcome, Christopher. Welcome Forever . . .

Blaze McRob

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Forever

As Mathew entered the storefront, he hung its key from the tooth of a snarling dog. The statue of the hound had been on that table since his childhood and time had seen fit to leave it. His hate for the place flared in each muscle the second he entered the building, but it was a strangely enticing feeling. The old room looked deliberately ramshackle, intended to add to the mystique, no doubt. ‘Shabby chic’ people called it; rundown he called it, but it was his business now.
He knew his father had been into some really terrible things, but he never stuck around long enough to take part in the ‘family business’. He’d left home at eighteen and never looked back. He’d tried to forget all of it and had managed to succeed until a letter arrived by courier last month; it was addressed to the proprietor of The Old West Wax Works. The woman who delivered it was attractive and left not only her number, but the lingering scent of her perfume on the delivery receipt along with his father’s will. They’d begun seeing each other almost every night since. She’d asked about The Old West Wax Works a few weeks into the new romance, but he never explained and she never pushed.
When he told her he needed to take care of family business down south, she hadn’t asked to be included which was a good thing; maybe she was ‘the one’ and his impending bad mood would seem unattractive. They talked about weekend plans and she mentioned heading down the shore to surprise him for a visit, but he barely listened; he’d been preoccupied with his father’s will. The tasks he needed to complete weren’t complicated, but they were going to be messy and time consuming.
Mathew spent that first day cleaning counters and getting rid of the old dust cloths and boxes, and something shifted.
He shifted . . .

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