The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits who revelled in the blood of trespasses.
“Adrian, are you sure it’s safe in here?” I asked
“Of course it is, you know I would never put you in danger. I’m not a klutz like that husband of yours,” Adrian replied his arms around her waist pulling her in for a kiss.
“Don’t speak that way about of Geoffrey, it’s disrespectful,”
Adrian laughed “ Disrespectful? Hate to tell you this, but we have gone past disrespectful straight unto royally sinful,” He whispered, laying her down gently on the picnic blanket. She giggled all memories of Geoffrey pleasantly erased.
The cave wasn’t the strangest place for his rendezvous, the more weird the venue the more intense his pleasure.
Those were his last thoughts as an eerie shriek brought their pleasure to an end.
Adrian and Debra hovered over the trespassers waiting for the signal to initiate the kill.
In response to Monday finish the story writing challenge hosted by Barbara Beacham. We are provided with the picture, the opening line and asked to finish the story in 100-150 words. Click on the link to read other interesting stories.
Thank you Barbara for hosting it and for the picture.
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