3rd Sight: A Horror Novel by Ian Woodhead

Author:Ian Woodhead [Woodhead, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1477524207
Publisher: SalGad Publishing Group
Published: 2012-12-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

The ashen clouds hadn’t moved since the moment I’d opened my eyes. I was a little surprised that I was able to open them at all. My memory of recent events was fragmented, and what I could remember seemed beyond horrific. I decided not to pursue the images and closed my eyes instead. The hot metal felt pleasant against my clothes and although there was no birdsong, the loud ticking from my watch was lulling me back to sleep. The pleasant scent of a woodland meadow drifted through the air; it reminded me of how our bathroom used to smell after my mother had finished attacking it with a vast array of cleaning products. I opened one eye and looked to where the smell was strongest.

“Oh bloody hell.”

There was a small, white, rectangular plastic block about a foot away from the end of my nose. It was a plug-in air freshener.

I lifted my head and looked around. I was lying at the foot of somebody’s stairs, next to a hot radiator. Considering I hadn’t a bloody clue where I was or how I had got there, I felt remarkably calm. I got off the green carpet and sat on the second step. It was light outside; weak sunlight filtered through the frosted glass in the front door. There was a brown letter sticking halfway through the box so I guessed it was morning. There was something very important that I was going to do today but I was buggered if I could remember what it was. I looked at my watch to confirm the time and discovered that I wasn’t even wearing a watch. The ticking noise was coming from beyond the yellow door at the bottom of the stairs.

As I had nothing else better to do and I wasn’t going to find any answers staring at the shoddy seascape picture hung at an angle on the crap wallpaper, I put my hand against the panelled wooden door, but then paused for a second. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Perhaps I should check out the upstairs rooms first.

I berated myself for being such a big girl’s blouse, pushed open the door, and looked around. I still couldn’t work out where I was. I guessed that I must have stayed at a mate’s house, had too much to drink and passed out. It made sense but it still didn’t answer where I was. I walked into the room and almost bumped into a bloke walking out. He looked like he had just woken up. It was the guy who owned the kebab shop, Steve. What was he doing here? Unless this was his house, and in that case, what was I doing here?

“Where on earth have you been, Adrian?” he demanded. He looked at the clock and rubbed his eyes.

“I must have fallen asleep in my chair. You took Donna upstairs ages ago. Your sandwich has gone cold.”

I looked at the sandwich sat on the plate. Despite it being cold, it still looked delicious.

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