A Melancholic Black Series (Book 1): The Red Door Read Online Free PDF

wouldn’t understand. This isn’t about your ex-husband.”
    “I’ve already given everything to your wife.”
    “Oh, I see,” he says.
    He didn’t see at all. He never knew Nell recovered anything from the school. Let alone directly from the wife of the man who killed Amberly.
    Amberly’s writings may have some clues as to why she has returned. Having watched numerous horror movies, Rodney’s suspicions point to witchcraft. There’s nothing that points to the seduction of black magic, but what else can explain it? Science, maybe. But science is based on real-life facts. There has to be something written in between the lines.
    Simply put, people do not come back from the dead. Amberly has come back home. Just a pity Rodney’s too scared to tell Coleen that she has.
    “Please, excuse me, Mr. Gray, I have a class to teach.” She turns to leave before turning back to Rodney. “I really had no idea of Dane’s… sickness. I didn’t. It makes me ill to think I devoted twelve years of my life to that ailed fuck. I am sorry for everything he has caused you. Believe me or not… this has been hard on all of us. Please, don’t bother me again.”
     
    There’s a lot of laundry to do when your child reeks of death and dirt, as Nell grabs some clothes from the washer and throws them in the dryer. She’s humming a catchy tune to herself. Absolutely on cloud nine. Doesn’t matter if there’s an overcast and it’s a little bit cold, but typical November day, all Nell sees is sunshine and birds tweeting their beautiful songs.
    Decayed flesh and dead flies flood the lint trap of the clothes she’s already cleaned.
    Absolutely disgusting. For Nell, kids will be kids. It’s what they do. They get you sick with the flu and colds; they spread around strep throat because they can’t possibly conjure the notion of not deep-throating every water fountain they come across; and they share their abundance of head lice and chicken pox.
    Kids are filthy creatures.
    A vehicle outside pulls up the driveway, sounding its horn. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Nell turns and yells, “One second, Sion!” Knowing that the visitor would never have heard her anyway. It’s just second nature for Nell.
    Sion is an older, short, and overweight mailman. Friendly soul. He’s been delivering the Gray’s mail for the last five years. He’s also a close friend.
    There have plenty of times Rodney and Nell had invited Sion and his wife over for dinner. Dinner with friends was a new concept to Rodney and Nell; another thing they never got to do in their life up to that point.
    It’s part of the norm for Sion to hand deliver every and any package directly into the Gray’s hands. Rodney and Nell actually encourage it. For two reasons: 1) they don’t want to walk down their driveway to retrieve it, and 2) it most likely is a package filled with goodies that Sion would feel better knowing for a fact that they receive it.
    The door from the mail truck shuts and Nell can hear Sion jogging up to her front door as his feet kick at the gravel. “One sec, Sion.” She whispers to herself, as she rushes with the laundry.
    The doorbell rings. The exciting thought of trying to figure out what she had ordered soon dissipates when she hears floorboards creaks from inside Amberly’s room. Slow steps reacting to the doorbell.
    “Nell! Rodney! Package,” Sion yells out.
    “Oh, no…” Nell whimpers.
    Heavy thuds echo out. Amberly is on the hunt. Faster and faster with more impact on each step than the last. Nell can do nothing but stand in quiescent fear. The door opens and Sion screams and Amberly shrieks; a high-pitched whine.
    A primal roar of intense hunger.
    The screams stop as fast as they first rang out. There’s nothing but complete quietness for a couple seconds, then another thud. Not steps but dragging of… a body. It’s almost too easy to be a body. No strain on the steps, as if someone was simply dragging a sack of marbles. But, what else could it