A bit of serial fiction in 100 word installments. Here are the other parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. nine, ten and eleven.
Adam’s heart hammered in his chest as he slid the key into the brand new lock. He slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. The heavily draped windows made it difficult to see. Nevertheless, now the crying was louder.
“Hello?” he called.
The crying abruptly ceased. He called out again. This time he was answered with a muffled sob. He followed the sound to the far end of the room and came upon another door, not locked. He opened it and rushed through. The young woman gagged and chained to the bed pleaded to him with her eyes.
A bit of serial fiction in 100 word installments. Here are the other parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. nine and ten.
Miss Dietrich handed over a modern key, shiny and new, much to Adam’s surprise. He expected an old brass skeleton key. She told him to bring it back when he was done, as she couldn’t climb the stairs to the attic —which was really a third floor, not just a crawl space beneath the eaves.
Adam climbed slowly, his nerves unexplainably on edge. Perhaps it was the silent house, save for the creaking floorboards beneath his feet. When finally, he reached the door at the top of the staircase, he paused to listen. And he swore he heard someone crying.
A bit of serial fiction in 100 word installments. Here are the other parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. and nine.
“Come now, Miss Dietrich, you know better than that,” Adam said, giving her hand a pat. “There has to be a rational explanation.”
The older woman snapped back to attention, clearing her throat. “Yes, of course, you’re right.”
“Ma’am, would it be possible to check in the attic?”
“But why? There’s nothing up there but the detritus of a life nearly over,” she said wistfully.
Adam couldn’t come up with a reasonable excuse. It was merely a feeling he had. “It seems like that’s where the music is coming from.”
She sighed. “Very well. Let me get you the key.”