Friday, July 25, 2014

HB Challenge #8 - Wrapped In A Mystery

From the Office Mango website:
Anyway went a bit mad on holiday and got some random pictures that I hope over the new few months will inspire some horrific tales.

1:  Tales can be posted on your blogs & then just add to the wee linky tool, or add as a comment if you don’t have a blog.
2:  A word count of 250-300.
3:  Try to scare me, or at the very least create a little bit of darkness.
4:  This will be a fortnightly (two weeks) challenge from when the post goes live, so you’ve got plenty thinking time.

So come on what are you waiting for, go find your inner demons and get your scare on!

They say you should keep a little mystery in your relationship...

Wrapped in a Mystery

Image source:

    "There's not a single person in the pool, Bob, or even next to it. Not that anyone would blame them. A third disappearance from this very hotel in as many weeks is a bit much. 
    "That's true, though I guess it's good for us, Debbie. We have the place all to ourselves and we can pick any spot we want."
    "You know there are all kinds of terrible stories about what might have happened. When I went out to get a bottle of wine last night, I heard some of the hotel staff talking about it."
    "Like what?"
    "Kidnappings, murders, even abductions by little green men from outer space. The police are baffled, they said. It's a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. No evidence, no witnesses, and no clue of any kind."
    Debbie stretched out on a lounge chair, pulled her floppy hat over her eyes, and wrapped a beach towel around her legs to protect them from the sun.
    "Well, I'm sure they'll figure it out eventually," Bob said. "We're on a tiny little island, after all. Nobody can get away without someone noticing. Everyone's seen the pictures of the missing people. If they're alive, they can't sneak off, and if they're dead, there's no place to easily hide the bodies." 

    "I don't know, Bob. We are in the Bermuda Triangle."
    "Now don't be silly, Debbie. Nobody believes that stuff," Bob replied as they both laughed.
    "Still, it does make one wonder, doesn't it?"
    There was no reply, so she continued with the conversation.
    "Do you know what time it is? I don't want to be late for dinner." 
    Answered only by silence, Debbie lifted the brim of her hat to see an empty chair next to hers.

Perhaps he just had to use the restroom. Or not...

(293 words without the title)

Previous Horror Bites challenges: 
If The Shoe Fits (#7)
You Won't Feel A Thing (#6)
The Wings of Death (#5)

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  1. Hmm... I'm imagining what I would do with the silence!! Haha.

    1. As romance writer, you probably had Bob run off with some other woman for a bit of passion. For me, it would be something more plausible - like being whisked into another dimension by a crack in the space-time continuum! Thanks for stopping by! I see your books are still selling well!


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