I had more fun writing this story (as creepy as that sounds) that almost any other one…there was a lot of word play and double meanings to do…I just wish I had more words to use so I could elaborate on the plot more.
The sickly sweet smell of sickness penetrated every area of the house. The odor of death crept in and hid under the curtains. It slide under the locked doors of the house and discovered the secrets within but it didn’t breathe a word about them.
The Armstrong family line was disappearing faster than the bones they left on the floor for the dogs, and in much the same way. Savage attacks splintered the family into fractions, exposing the tender marrow and threatening to suck them dry. Only the grinding teeth that hurt the family were actually each other, viciously threatening each other for the family fortune as they tried every method to get rid of each other.
Amelia, the long established patriarch of the family, had died two years ago quite suddenly. Edward, her youngest son, had been accused of poisoning her but nothing could be proved. Since then, the four children and their separate families had tried everything to take control.
The will had left Amelia’s house and possessions to her eldest son, Albert, who died only five months after inheriting. The unwitting man had not bothered to write a will and so now the siblings scrambled to gain control of the family mansion and money.
No one trusted each other with food after four of the children mysteriously fell ill and died and each family lived in the mansion, hoarding their own stashes of food from each other.
Each person grew more haggard and desperate by the day. Fear and paranoia obvious in their eyes and faces until the neighbors refused to make eye contact and the family’s good name melted away like a spring frost. The Armstrongs existed for the moment, but just barely. Death, once grown, cannot be eradicated or stopped. Their fate was already written.
