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After the Storm
A short afterstory of my previous horror, "What the Storm Brings".
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Mr. Richie heard the horns of the ship from the pier cafe. He looked out the window and saw the cargo on its way to dock. He closed the newspaper he was reading and left a bill on the table.
Mr. Richie took out his phone and dialed a number.
"It's here." He said.
Mr. Richie shoved the phone back to his pocket after nodding to the words from the other end of the phone. He approached the pier office and was greeted by the manager of the ship.
"Are you Mr. Richie? The collector?"
The manager said.
"Yes, I am. Tell you what, I am a taxidermist too." Mr. Richie said, shaking the manager's hand.
"Well it's been good doing business with you Mr. Richie. Everything's back on the ship. Till next time."
The manager left.
Mr. Richie then went to the docking bay.
He saw hundreds of boxes, lifted carefully by men and machines, marked with the printed words:
"Fragile. Lake House Artifacts."
•••
It has been thirty long years since tragedy struck in the lake house island. The horrors of it left Tim to peril in the psychiatic ward.
Tim lost everything. His rich family abandoned him, couldn't take the fact that their son was a lunatic. They gave him a private psych ward all to himself though, but for years Tim was alone. Now 70 years old, he dedicated most of his life to try and find his love.
•••
Mr. Richie arrived at a huge room in a private property. He was ordered to set all the artifacts there...
•••
Mr. Richie heard the horns of the ship from the pier cafe. He looked out the window and saw the cargo on its way to dock. He closed the newspaper he was reading and left a bill on the table.
Mr. Richie took out his phone and dialed a number.
"It's here." He said.
Mr. Richie shoved the phone back to his pocket after nodding to the words from the other end of the phone. He approached the pier office and was greeted by the manager of the ship.
"Are you Mr. Richie? The collector?"
The manager said.
"Yes, I am. Tell you what, I am a taxidermist too." Mr. Richie said, shaking the manager's hand.
"Well it's been good doing business with you Mr. Richie. Everything's back on the ship. Till next time."
The manager left.
Mr. Richie then went to the docking bay.
He saw hundreds of boxes, lifted carefully by men and machines, marked with the printed words:
"Fragile. Lake House Artifacts."
•••
It has been thirty long years since tragedy struck in the lake house island. The horrors of it left Tim to peril in the psychiatic ward.
Tim lost everything. His rich family abandoned him, couldn't take the fact that their son was a lunatic. They gave him a private psych ward all to himself though, but for years Tim was alone. Now 70 years old, he dedicated most of his life to try and find his love.
•••
Mr. Richie arrived at a huge room in a private property. He was ordered to set all the artifacts there...
