Filthy Moolah (Freaky Finders Book 3) by Al K. Line

Author:Al K. Line [Line, Al K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-18T22:00:00+00:00

Getting Freaky

The house was dark, real dark, nothing but weak old bulbs hanging from bare light fittings, hardly enough to see by. There was clutter and crap everywhere. Old bookcases of heavy oak with ancient books crumbling on shelves. Carved wood full of worm at every turn. And a lot of very weird stuff. You know, shrunken heads, old oil lamps, weird brass things, the usual spooky crap. And spiders. Lots and lots of spiders.

Floorboards laid down hastily where the old tiles had given up the ghost, creaked as we shifted along the hallway. Somehow I ended up in front with everyone else huddled close at my heels, causing me to almost trip at every small foot shuffle. I checked the front room, but it was devoid of life, at least vampire life. Rats scurried, spiders lunged, and cockroaches scattered. Gnarly things in corners licked their lips then slid back into the shadows. Old brown sofas, tattered and beaten up over decades, filled the room along with more bookcases and plenty of small tables. Guess they liked to read. The raggedy curtains were drawn, the only light a small lamp on a table, but it was enough to tell me the room was empty. Next we tried what would have been the original dining room, but again it was empty.

On to another back room, me still taking a reluctant lead, everyone else shoving and pushing, whispering and yelping quietly when a rat crossed our path.

I eased open the door to the back room expecting I didn't know what, only to find it was a kind of living room but not like any I'd ever been in before. There were sofas, chairs, tables and bookcases but also the mother of all dining tables too. It was stained dark, the brown mingling with new, fresh blood, all lit up by lamps draped with red cloth to give just the right ambience if the feel you're going for is terrifying vampire lair where you get eaten.

This was exactly what the place was. Many vamps had such rooms, places they took their prey to so they could suck the life force out of them at their leisure, it's just that most were rather more discreet, had their rooms hidden and locked away. The Seven seemingly had no such concerns. The floorboards were rotten and soaked in ancient blood currently being washed over with the new that was flowing off the table and pooling.

And oh, the sight I saw. It is one I shall never forget yet one I most certainly wish I could.

The Seven were feasting on Meatman, and in ways I cannot truly explain without being a little sick in my mouth. The obese man was splayed out naked on the massive, undoubtedly strong table, wrist and ankles strapped down tight. The Seven were gathered around him and doing all manner of truly unspeakable things. Some were sucking at his foul, tainted blood, others were, well, they were doing sexual things to him, with him, things I cannot mention, things I want to never, ever think of again.

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