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Welcome to Our World of Friday the 13th Horror Short Stories ~ Godwin’s Folly by Krysta Scott ~ #fri13thHorrorShortstories

One of the 13 stories in A Friday the 13th Story #9: Godwin’s Folly by Krysta

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Fun Fact:

My family descends from the McEwen clan in Scotland. McEwen was, until recently, a broken clan because it lacked a Chief. The castle McEwen deteriorated into ruins. According to the family lore, anyone from the McEwen blood line was forbidden to cross the threshold of the ruins. If they did, they would die. This curse is the inspiration for Godwin’s Folly. Imagine my disappointment when I was unable to find any reference to any McEwen curse during my research of the book.

About Godwin’s Folly:

At twelve, Abigail Lyons dared her sister Ellie to enter the cursed ruins of Godwin’s Folly—Ellie vanished and was never seen again. Eighteen years later, Abigail inherits the family castle in Glenfallow, Scotland, forcing her to return to the place that shattered her childhood.

With the help of her medium best friend, she uncovers journals, legends, and dark secrets surrounding the folly. But someone in Glenfallow knows what really happened—and will do anything to keep the truth buried.

Excerpt:

“Oh, it’s more than that, love.” He shrugged. “When the moon is full, you can hear wailing coming from behind that wall. It sounds like a girl is crying or lost.”

“Okay,” Rachel waved off his spooky story. “Sounds like every ghost story I’ve heard. A place is haunted. Someone is wailing. Nothing new here.”

I knew Rachel was baiting him into saying more. It’s what she did to get to the root of a legend. Most of the time it ended up being a disappointing rumor that had grown with too many renditions.

“Don’t be so quick to dismiss it.” Gavin grabbed a towel and wiped the counter. “I’ve heard the wailing myself. A more mournful sound you won’t hear anywhere else.”

“Did you spend the night there?” I don’t know what possessed me to ask the question.

Gavin shook his head. “No. I could never get over the wall. Every time I got close, it was like some forcefield kept me back.”

“You’re making that up.” He had Rachel’s interest now.

“Did any of your friends make it across?” I cocked my head, curiosity getting the better of me.

“No. As I said something kept us from success.”

Rachel rubbed the back of her neck. “Any other stories about the castle?”

“I don’t know if this is true but there is talk that there used to be sacrifices on that land.”

“You can’t be serious.” I reeled back.

“It’s just some talk. Most of us have heard the wailing. But there are few people who are still alive who attended the parties. Master Lyons was just a boy when his parents entertained.”

I crossed my arms. Gavin’s prattle seemed more like a wives’ tale than anything that could carry some truth. Then my heart stopped at his next words.

“The family stopped entertaining once Godwin built his Folly. Rumor is that the tower was built to mark where the bodies are.”

A chill went up my spine. Don’t go in. Uncle Godwin had been very clear on that point. “That doesn’t make sense. Ellie…”

Gavin regarded me with what I could only see was pity. “The whole town felt bad about that missing girl. Bad business that. The lads and I have a theory that she is the one who wails.”

I frowned still trying to process the information.

“If I were you,” Gavin continued. “I’d get far away from that place as soon as possible. A ghost will get you. Just like they did her.”

About the Author:

Krysta Scott is the author of the novel, Shadow Dancer. Since publishing her first book through the Wild Rose Press, she has published two novellas in the Martini Club 4 series and eight novellas in the Friday the Thirteenth series. Godwin’s Folly is the latest story in the series. When she is not writing, she can often be found watching Hallmark movies, true crime shows or reading a good thriller. She is a retired attorney who lives in Oklahoma with her husband and dog.

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Vanity Kills by Dianne McCartney… A ‘Friday the 13th Story’

Hello and welcome to the third of my posts about a brand new series of 13 suspenseful “Friday the 13th” short stories, each by a different author.

Today, I am happy to share Dianne McCartney’s “Vanity Kills” – Now available for pre-order…releasing Nov 13.

Fun fact:

The subject of body-shaming has always interested me. I have a tall, stocky build and my daughter is on the other end of the spectrum, yet we have both suffered this behavior, mostly from other women. Those experiences are what spawned this story.

Blurb:

Detective Marcus Flint is hot on the trail of a demented killer. His initial victim, Carla Sharkley, is found with her body altered to look much bigger than her real size. Her face is made up like a clown’s. What bizarre message is this twisted killer trying to send? 

Further investigation links her to a group of high school friends, cheerleaders, who were known bullies. Is the killer one of the victims of their abuse? 

A search for similar crimes reveals several suspicious deaths, one in Marcus’s home state of Tennessee and two more out of state. All occurred on Friday the 13th.

When Marcus meets the lovely Eleanor Trask, one of the targets of their abuse, he is more determined than ever to solve this case. All bets are off, though, when the killer goes off script to reach his final goal.

Will Eleanor become his final sacrifice?

Excerpt:

At one forty-five, he headed down to the morgue. Dr. Georges Appel, the medical examiner, wouldn’t let anyone in to watch the autopsy unless they were present from the beginning. A fastidious man, he made an excellent medical detective, never missing a thing.

He grunted a hello as his assistant set up the equipment. Autopsies were not for the faint of heart, but it had never bothered Marcus. His old trainer had advised him to think of the body as a box that no longer contains a person. It had helped.

The doctor entered the room, washing his hands at the sink before putting on gloves. “Your victim was dressed in size twenty clothes, even though she is perhaps a size six without the padding.”

He explained the reason behind the subterfuge or their best guess about it.

“People can be so odd. Is this his only victim?”

“We haven’t confirmed yet, but I don’t think so. We found a similar case upstate.”

“Before we begin, I assume you noted that she had signs of being restrained on her wrists. Probably handcuffs.”

“I did. Thank you.”

The doctor murmured his observations into a recorder as he worked, beginning with the surface examination of the skin, fingernails and toenails, taking scrapings. Y-shaped incision to open the torso. The initial blow to the heart had been the death blow. On examining it, he said, “Very deep, you see. Your killer is strong. The knife was likely a hunting knife, kept quite sharp as the edges are crisp. Maybe six or seven inches long.”

“Do you think the strike to the heart was intentional and the others were random?”

“Yes. He’s making a comment, don’t you think?”

“I agree.”

He continued to work. “She didn’t bleed much after the initial wound, because the heart stopped beating. He accomplished his task very quickly. The poor girl never had a chance.”

About Dianne:

Dianne McCartney is an award-winning writer, speaker and contest judge from Canon City, Colorado. Her books, Just One Night, The Daughter of Death and The Road to Justice are published by The Wild Rose Press. A long-standing member of the OWFI and The Rose Rock Writers, she has sixty writing awards from contests in Oklahoma, Texas and Tennessee.

Contacts:

Website: www.diannemccartney.com

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/authorDMcC

Instagram:   www.instagram.com/diannemccartney1200/

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