Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Selah Janel @SelahJanel @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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The Sale
by Selah Janel

“It’s gonna need a lotta upkeep,” the realtor warned. Most had run away by now.
“Seems to be in pretty good shape. Though I’ll definitely be making some additions.” She walked through the lounge, pausing to perch on a lush, but dusty chair. The middle-aged man tried to keep from cringing as she made herself at home, practically prancing from the web-covered planter to the end tables so she could click on the lamps. “Very homey, isn’t it?”
“If you say so,” he mumbled. There was something about her enthusiasm that was unsettling, even if she did have money and charisma. “You say you’re hoping to reopen as an inn?”
“Of course. It’s perfect, after all. Can’t see why it went bust in the first place.”
“People these days like modern places.” He should have been pushing harder, but something in her face unnerved him.
“Not my kind of people.” Her lips quirked up. “It’s perfect for a themed mysterious mansion sort of vibe.”
“Ah, events then? Like murder mysteries?” He relaxed a bit; she was likely an actor.
“The best murders usually are.” She grinned. “That’s a joke, by the way. Does this fireplace work?”
He was being silly. Make the sale, stupid! “Not that one, but there are some others that do. That’s mostly for décor, it’s hollow behind it.”
She grinned and the lamplight cast strange shadows on her face. “Lovely.”
Small talk. Make small talk! “You said your relatives used to run hotels? You’re a Hilton?”
“Close, but no. I come from the Holmes’.”
“Like the detective?”
Another smile, but this one was calm and satisfied. “Something like that. I believe you have yourself a sale. You simply must be one of the first guests when I open. Now let’s sign those papers.”
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Like many young men at the end of the 1800s, Bill signed on to work in a logging camp. The work is brutal, but it promised a fast paycheck with which he can start his life. Unfortunately, his role model is Big John. Not only is he the camp’s hero, but he’s known for spending his pay as fast as he makes it. On a cold Saturday night they enter Red’s Saloon to forget the work that takes the sweat and lives of so many men their age. Red may have plans for their whiskey money, but something else lurks in the shadows. It watches and badly wants a drink that has nothing to do with alcohol. Can Bill make it back out the shabby door, or does someone else have their own plans for his future?

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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old grave yards. Nina is a co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, a co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', founder and administrator of the Ladies of Horror Picture-prompt Monthly Writing Challenge, and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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3 Responses to Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Selah Janel @SelahJanel @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

  1. admin says:

    Thanks for letting me participate – I had so much fun with this one!!

  2. afstewart says:

    A great story.

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