Creeky Old House Part 12 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES In a rush Daryl was scrambling to his feet, tripping over the blankets scattered across the floor. Avery, too, kicked back her blankets and tried to stand, legs wobbling and hands shaking. “What’s going on?” Micah questioned, his voice …
Creeky Old House Part 11 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES “So you’re telling me that someone’s been hiding Aaron’s stuff in a locked room?” Jodie accused, her green eyes staring at the cardboard box in disbelief. “How would they even manage it?” They had brought the contents into the …
Creeky Old House Part 10 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES Avery couldn’t sleep. Despite her pounding headache and the pressure behind her eyes, sleep simply wasn’t happening. She tossed and turned in bed for hours, shoved her face into the pillow until she couldn’t breathe, until she had worked …
Creeky Old House Part 9 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES Avery had a pounding headache settling into the back of her skull, caused by too many sleepless nights and the constant stress of… well, everything. She felt sick, too, except there wasn’t actually enough in her stomach to throw …
Creeky Old House Part 8 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES Daryl wasn’t afraid to admit that he was terrified. With Octavia gone, the entire group was falling apart, and he simply couldn’t keep everyone together any longer. Nobody had uttered a word since she left, and in her absence, …
Creeky Old House Part 7 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES Christmas Eve. It was the first thing Avery thought as she climbed out of bed, the freezing air making her shudder. Christmas Eve and they were stuck here, in the middle of nowhere, with a possible murderer on the …
Creeky Old House Part 6 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES When Avery came back to consciousness, it was to Daryl hovering anxiously by her side. Crouched by her chair, face pinched with worry; she didn’t think she’d ever seen him so worried. She was probably only out for a …
Creeky Old House Part 5 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES Truthfully, Avery was crumbling. She was always the mother of the group. The one to sort out drama and help when something went wrong, but she couldn’t fix this. No one could. The lodge, once so big and cavernous, …
Creeky Old House Part 4 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES For a long time, no one spoke. The crackle of the fireplace was the only sound in the cavernous lodge, and no longer was it a comforting noise. Daryl clutched Aaron’s jacket between ice-cold hands, trying futilely to suppress …
Creeky Old House Part 2 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES The next morning was a sombre affair. It seemed no one had slept a wink all night. Avery met Caroline in the hallway – the younger woman had dark circles underneath her lidded eyes, her auburn hair a dishevelled …
