The witch light of night vision goggles tip-toe carefully along the coast road ..
… And I play at being shadow.
Alone. At the edge of the world. Immersed in a horror fest of watching, reading and writing terror. On this, the second night, book two, takes shape. In the early hours, I hear the cottage stone sigh, the floorboards groan, and the tap-tap-tap of the heating pipes, as they rattle against the cold.
Jack Torrance’s descent into madness haunts me. Along with Kubrick’s cold, static glare. The film of earlier has ended, but something still remains. No. Refuses to leave. I type … for now, Lauren and Jake scamper across the page. The horror for them has not ended. Not yet. As they say, all work and no play …
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ianhedley - Indie Horror / Dark Fantasy Writer 