It’s taken a little time to bring everything under the fold what with the website update taking up a fair chunk of my time over the past couple of months. I’ve had this one particular thing in my backlog; which is basically a lead box wrapped with chains that I keep under a loose floorboard. Occasionally noises of protest come from said box: moaning, growling, snarling, etc. The vocalized demands that I should pay attention to the box’s contents and bring them out into the light of day to play a bit:
Stretch their bitty membraneous wings and flap about, wreaking havoc.
The Skeleton and the Corpse Candle
The Skeleton and the Corpse Candle is a short story that I wrote for Jolene Haley’s Haunted Hotel Showcase back in October 2016. It’s been (a)live for a while on her site, but I always meant to package it up and offer it here for download.
I’m pleased to say you’ve now got that option, and that it’s listed as part of the permanent collection under Short Stories.Download The Skeleton and the Corpse Candle
I had a lot of fun writing this story. It was a bit of an eleventh-hour affair that involved a lot of hair-pulling and frustrated noises from the me-shaped divot in my couch, where I usually work, but I’m happy to play with story concepts that are not so explicit as to scream from the rooftops that, “The narrator is dead! LOL!!”.
The Skeleton and the Corpse Candle is a ghost story, centred around a Georgian hotel someplace in New England. At its core, it’s a story about enduring love and loving what you do so much that you never want to leave.
I think that’s something I can say that I strive for in my career: loving my job so much that on the day that I die, I get up and go straight back to work.
Here’s what I know of ghosts: most of them don’t know they’ve moved on. Like a television set, there’s a faint glow left over once it’s turned off.
It’s a light that lingers for a time, but it fades.
From the road that winds around the base of the hill and upwards into the thicket surrounding the Thornewood, you can see the widow’s walk rising above the tree line. Its black gable points heavenward though the hotel’s contemplation and somber exterior recall more earthly preoccupations; the living that pass through its halls, and the dead who linger still.
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