Enjoy this short fiction piece from Anna Dobritt’s blog.
A warm breeze played over Trevan’s arms as he patiently waited for a bite. He enjoyed fishing in the early evening, watching the stars emerge when darkness fell. Living near Keglan Lake gives him plenty of opportunities, and to wonder about the Keglan House on the island.
As far back as he could remember, no one ever lived there and rumors abounded of people who went to the island and never seen again. From an attic window, a deep red light glowed day and night. His grandfather told him the Keglan family lived there when he was a kid, the father went mad one night and killed his wife and eight children. Body parts strewn throughout the house. When the police arrived at the house, they found Mr. Keglan sitting naked in a pool of blood in the middle of the living room, bloody ax in hand. When…
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