Victoria Pombeiro
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The Early Train
8am, Sunday June 23rd A loud whistling noise wakes Amanda with a jolt. She sits up too quickly and feels the blood rush to her head and start throbbing against her temples. Where the hell is she? The room is small and dimly lit, with two cushioned red benches facing each other across a cheap-looking folding table. Amanda gropes around for her phone, but the seat either side of her is empty. Shit, where’s her bag? It’s got all her ID in it, not to mention the last few euros she didn’t spend at the bar last night. She searches under the benches, groping around on her hands and knees, but finding nothing except a spotlessly clean blue carpet. There’s a sliding glass door the other side of the bench, leading into an equally dimly lit corridor. Amanda pulls the handle. The door doesn’t move. She pulls the handle harder, but the door stays firmly shut.
By Victoria Pombeiro3 years ago in Fiction
The Gamekeeper's Cabin
Present Day – 1973 The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. George nearly missed it as he stumbled home from The Royal Oak, cane in one hand, hipflask clutched tightly in the other.
By Victoria Pombeiro4 years ago in Horror
