Guest Author David Rhodes

Gregg and Tina Wright moved in, under the same guidance as Doreen Fenston, with the same aspirations

“Are you sure you want to go in there, Pastor? I mean, the man is a murderer.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” said Pastor Henry Flaker, gazing through the tiny window into the padded room where a man sat shackled in a corner. His head was lowered as if he were asleep.

“Well, it’s your time. Just yell if you need help, we’ll be right there,” said the sanitarium tech. He was a large black man, and his partner, an equally as large white man with mace strapped to his belt nodded in agreement.

“We’ll be right there,” the white tech said, as if he craved for action. Perhaps he had seen too many action movies.

The black  tech, whose name tag said he was Drew Timmer, plugged a thick key into the door and pulled it open. The man in the corner still did not raise his head. (more…)

Guest Author David Rhodes

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An older man (still moving on in his fifties) sat on the edge of Lake George, his fishing pole propped up with one wrinkled but strong hand. The water was placid, save for a light breeze blowing across the water, causing a very light stir. In the heat, it felt quite good.

The man did not like to think about it, but could not help it. He had been sitting in this very place when it had all occurred. The most terrible thing he had ever lived through in his life. It seemed so calm right now, but he could not help but think about it…

It was only two years past when it happened. Charlie had been sitting in the exact spot, as he always did, when a policeman abruptly showed up at his cabin and told him the news. George now sat in the same spot, not worried, for he had an idea who was at the heart of these disappearances.

For the time being, someone showed up, and it turned out to be the Constable, for he wore the green jacket with the patches stitched on the shoulders. George looked up, slightly alarmed at his sudden presence.

“Pack up your stuff, George.” (more…)