B is for Bogeywoman (A-Z of Horror Book 2) by Wright Iain Rob

Author:Wright, Iain Rob [Wright, Iain Rob]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: SalGad Publishing Group
Published: 2015-02-11T05:00:00+00:00

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Wendell awoke in his bed late, for he had gained little sleep during the night, thanks to the constant noise of his friend, Dean. He had whimpered and begged for hours, trapped and moaning beneath the bed, until Wendell could barely stand it any longer. It had been nearly dawn before he finally got some shuteye.

He woke up now and dangled his legs over the side of his bed. His mother was already awake, stepping out of the en suite and drying her hair, while spraying her orange-scented perfume about her smooth, slender neck. She looked well, young and vibrant. She smiled at her son when she saw him. “Rise and shine, Wendy. I thought you were never going to wake up.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Sorry, if I kept you up.”

“It’s okay, mum. You have to eat.”

“Yes, it had been so long. I needed it very badly. I enjoyed your friend.”

“Me, too. I’ll miss him.”

“There will be plenty more friends to make, little Wendy.”

Wendell hopped off the bed and went over to his mother, who immediately gave him a hug. “I know there will be more friends, mum. I just find it so hard having to make such an effort. Can’t we just take boys for you to eat?”

His mother laughed, an effluent sound. “And have ourselves hounded and hunted like we were in Germany? No, Wendy, this is a new start for us. We have to be careful. One day you may need to feed, too, if you want to stay young.”

“I can’t wait,” he said. “What is it like to feed?”

“Glorious, but it is not for young boys, and we do not know yet that you will take after me and not your father. Now, what would you like to do today? The zoo, shopping? It has been months since I was well.”

Wendell grinned. “Let’s go bowling. I’ll go ask dad. What’s he doing?”

His mother sprayed another dash of perfume and smiled, her teeth gleaming, white and beautiful. “He is in the stables, disposing of young Dean’s parents. He called them in the night to collect their son, but of course they were never to know the truth. They have been dealt with. We will speak no more of Dean and his family.”

Wendell smiled. “Okay. I’ll make a new friend on Monday.”

“Yes,” said his mother, purring. “Do make sure you bring them around for dinner.”

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