“Where are they?” I ask, looking around the very empty terminal. The group we were with have disappeared and whoever was shooting has gone as well.

“I don’t…” Colin starts to say and then Max grabs us both and pulls us down below the counter.

“Shhh,” he hisses.

In the background I can hear a door opening. Footsteps come closer.

“The manifest says that there ought to be three more.” The voice is very loud and harsh as it echoes around the large room.

“Yeah, but loads never got on.” This voice is low and smooth. He sounds less cruel but I am not going to stand up and say hi.

“Maybe we ought to do a sweep. Perhaps we can find them.” He sounds sort of excited and I wonder what has him riled up. His pace has picked up as well. He is coming straight for us.

I want to run, but Max seems to sense that I’m going to move. He puts his arms around me and pulls me into a hug. I am stuck. “Wait,” he whispers into my ear. “Calm down.” I realise that my breathing has become fast and shallow. The problem is that I can smell something and I think I know what it is but I don’t want to acknowledge it. Colin leans toward me.

“Match your breathing to Max’s.”

I can hear his steady heartbeat and feel his breathing. He slows his a little more and I try to match it. Colin looks at Max and gives a tight smile. I know I am on the edge of a panic attack. It is under control but it feels tenuous.

“I can’t be bothered.” The smooth voice says. They are almost directly in front of us. I concentrate on my breathing.

“I think we ought to.”

“Nah.” There is a pause and we can hear them walk in front of the desk. We can’t see them, which means they can’t see us.

“Be careful, you get that shit on your shoes I ain’t letting you in the van.” Smooth voice says.

They start to move away and as they do I can feel myself relax slightly. Colin looks at Max and then behind him. Max turns and I look. The door behind the desk is open.

From around the corner we hear one say. “What about this door? Where does it go?”

Colin’s eyes widen and then I am moving. Max has practically picked me up and we are leaving the area behind the desk. There on the floor, is a large sticky puddle, dark red. The smell is blood. The front of the desk is covered in blood. I draw in a breath and I know I’m going to scream. Max covers my mouth with one large hand and then we are running.

There is blood. Sticky and spreading. There is a lot of blood.


About Kate

Kate Murray has recently completed her Masters in Creative Writing and is currently working as an illustrator and writer. Her first anthology of short stories ‘The Phantom Horse’ was published in December 2013 and she subsequently has had another anthology published by Raging Aardvark; “Love Just Is” looks at the truth of love, in all its guises from romantic to obsessive. She is currently working on an anthology of ghost stories which should be published at the end of October 2014 and is also writing her first novel. Kate runs two blogs, one is about her life as a writer ( and the other is a serialisation of a novel, “The Gone”; a disaster hits the world while Bitsy is on a flight from Italy. She lands to find that the world is completely altered and she must learn to survive in a place where everyone is not who they appear to be ( Kate has had short stories published in magazines and e-zines, including ‘The Lampeter Review’, ‘Jotter’s United’, and ‘What The Dickens’. She has had short stories included in the ‘Twisted Tales 2013’ anthology published by Raging Aardvark, and the ‘Busker Anthology’ and ‘Spooky Tales Anthology’ published by What the Dickens. Kate’s artwork has been exhibited at the Museum Of Modern Art in Machynlleth where she was selected after entering the art competition and at Aberglasney Gardens as part of the Mid Wales Art group. Her artwork has been published by companies from Norway to Australia and her latest works will have illustrations in it. She has also had a series of line drawings published by Staffordshire Wildlife Trust in their biodiversity action plan. Kate currently works in the foothill of the Cambrian Mountains where she has a purpose built workshop that she affectionately calls her ‘house’ as she spends far more time in there than anywhere else.
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  1. Kate says:

    Reblogged this on Kate Murray and commented:

    A bit more of Chapter 2

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