Writer and Epic Fact Producer
Hi, I’m Frank. I enjoy writing and playing computer games such as Overwatch. I also play Dungeons and Dragons, both in a local group and online. Another of my interests is ghost hunting and I have been on a couple of ghost tours locally. My taste in music is varied but more specifically I like Daft Punk.
The Whispering Cottage by Frank Turner
“…Murder…” The voice echoed, silently in the abode, hoping that some one would hear her, but her house that she lived in since her childhood has been empty for so long, and the last time some had stayed here, she unintentionally scared them off.
The house was a small cottage out of the way and out of sight, she remembers her father being so excited when he had finally finished building it. He designed it so that he had two bedrooms one for himself and mother, and one for her. With a family lounge with a fireplace by the front door, so it would look welcoming as guests came in. There was one bathroom and a kitchen close to each other for convenience. Just then she heard the front door open.
“As you can see on the right is the guest room, the next room on is the master bedroom.” A man walked in liked he owned the place, he wore a navy blue business suit with a pale yellow shirt. She recognised this man, his crooked brown eyes and his crooked golden brown hair. She despised this man for entering her home offering it to people, it is not his house it is her fathers, her home. Just then a different man walked in, short but nice to glance at. She noticed he was staring at her like he knew she was there.
“And remind me again just why exactly is this place so cheap?” The strange man asked. She felt insulted, this is her home, filled with more fortune than the shrewd business man.
“This place has been cursed, no bugger wants to buy it because they say it drives every one who owns it crazy, hence why the locals call it ‘The Whispering Cottage.’”
The strange man shrugged and rubbed his hand through his dark brown hair or what’s left of it.
“Fine,” he said in a unexpectedly pleasing tone. “I’ll take it.”
The business man took a step back and gasped in shock.
“Y-y-you sure man? I mean, this place is cursed, haunted even are you sure you want to buy this hell hole?” She grew angry by that remark, as she did a light bulb blew out nearby.
“I think you should apologise for that remark, you may have pissed my new room mate off,” said the unusual man, did he sense how she felt?
“Like hell, fine if you want this place just don’t blame me if you end up in the psycho ward within a week.”
He stormed off while the new man stayed and just smiled at her direction.
“Don’t worry, everything will be just fine.” And for once she felt at ease, perhaps some one can solve the mystery of her death after all…