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Chapter 4: A woman Apart: Second Saturday Stories.

Chapter 4: A woman Apart: Second Saturday Stories.

“You lost or something?” I speak through a fat lip and watch her eyes crawl over the covered record player in the corner, the puddle on the floor, my old desk, anywhere but my face. “You can stare." I tell her "I know I look beat up.”
Noir Thriller continues today in Second Saturday Stories.

Noir Thriller continues today in Second Saturday Stories.

Inside she hesitates, caught by the eerie silence after the cacophony of car horns outside. The name next to a buzzer matches the one on her now useless scrap and she lets it tumble into an overflowing waste basket. She checks the buzzers again and notices a different name, one she wasn't sure she'd find. The man she spoke with told her it had been a long time Since Percy and Louise Slate ran All Seeing Investigations, and that if it was still there then he must need money in a bad way. 
Haunting in 1920, are you brave enough to look? Second Saturday

Haunting in 1920, are you brave enough to look? Second Saturday

My door slams then and I jump out of my skin. I can only sit, dumbstruck that I haven’t moved from my desk. Distantly I can hear my conscience scolding me. The air feels heavy. Was someone watching me? A black figure obscured in the frosted glass? or had I finally been reduced to jumping at shadows? 
Something goes bump in the night in Second Saturday Stories.

Something goes bump in the night in Second Saturday Stories.

Percy elects to run rather than help his old friend; but soon finds himself stalled while scowering his old office for supplies. Visions from his past, both real and imagined, terrify him with memories of violence and lost love. Is everything he experiences a product of his whiskey addled brain, or are there other worldly forces doing the devil's work? 
In a waking nightmare, take any comfort you can: Second Saturday

In a waking nightmare, take any comfort you can: Second Saturday

I remember getting out of the July heat in Nancy's. I sat nursing a cup of coffee despite the sun. I hadn’t slept in two days tailing a bookish husband as he cavorted through the brothels and underground casinos with a vigor that would make the Romans blush. After tailing him to the Crimson Lady I’d earned a break. His wife would get her divorce, or enough hush money to move out of the dive they shared
How to shut up a nagging conscience: Second Saturday Stories

How to shut up a nagging conscience: Second Saturday Stories

A half packed suitcase laying open on his couch brings with it the crashing realisation that he's running out of time to leave his apartment and disappear into the streets of North Bay. 
Does an apology still count if you use your fists? Second Saturday Stories

Does an apology still count if you use your fists? Second Saturday Stories

I don’t remember if any words were said, or who swung first. All I remember is putting every ounce of anger behind my right hand and stepping in. One of us spills blood on the concrete. The next memory I have is Harry driving his fist into my cheek and my vision erupting like a flash. 
When ghosts from your past come knocking: Second Saturday Stories

When ghosts from your past come knocking: Second Saturday Stories

When a wealthy woman hires him to find her husband, Percy sees it as his chance to escape a life that is becoming a noose around his neck. Using the case to lose himself in the city, Percy wades deeper into a landscape of greed, violence, and corruption of the human spirit. 
Life reverberates outward, like ripples on a lake: Second Saturday Stories

Life reverberates outward, like ripples on a lake: Second Saturday Stories

She froze and kept her eyes shut tightly. Something appeared before them anyway: a short man with a gun. “It’s time to go, nurse.” “Where is my husband?” “Gone.” “Where?” “I don’t know. Nowhere you want to go.” “Do you believe in what you are doing to us?” “I don’t believe in anything.”
Is there a stranger in your brain? Find out today in Second Saturday Stories

Is there a stranger in your brain? Find out today in Second Saturday Stories

Fans of The Twilight Zone and Twin Peaks won't want to miss this fragmented tale that examines what happens when you plum the darkness of your mind and ask: just how well do you know yourself?