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This week's featured story is Dark Room by EB Kaun.

An Excerpt

Dark Room cover.

Screams in the night. No idea where they are coming from. No idea who they are coming from. All that is known is that there are screams. And someone needs to stop them.

Pain can be heard within these screams. It calls for help, but none comes. Help is unable to come. No one is alive to hear the screams.

A girl is laying on her bed, hiding under the blankets as if they were an impenetrable shield. A man looms over her, laughing. Then with a swift movement all goes dark for the girl.

Two bodies by the side of the bed now. One is breathing, the other is not. The girl lays by her mother, unaware of anything around her. The man reaches down to pick her up. The girl is now resting on the man’s shoulder.

Headlights crawl up the driveway as the father comes home from a busy day at work. He has no idea of what is going on in the house. Until he sees the door swinging wide open, and the lights off inside the house.

He gets out of his car and runs to the door. An overturned chair, broken glass and blood. This marked the spot of the fight.

He rounded the corner, into the kitchen and saw more blood. The hallway had a trail of blood leading to the bedroom.

The bedroom. A prime place to lay the dead to rest. Oh, God he hoped he wouldn’t find them dead.

He found them dead. Well, one of them. A man, or more of a thing, stood above his wife with his daughter on his shoulder. The man looked over at James. He smiled.

“Put her down!” James’ voice cracked with horror.

“I don’t think so.”

James was at a loss of words. This man was bigger than him, so he had no possible way to fight him.

“I’m pretty sure that you have no idea what is going on. All I can say is that there will be no salvation for your family.” He was finished, and to add drama to his little speech, he jumped out the window.

James was left standing in an empty room stained with blood. His wife, the love of his life, had been taken from him. She lay dead by his feet. His daughter, and only child, had been kidnapped and he had done nothing to save her.

That would change. He would get her back. He would give his life to have her in his arms again. The problem was that he had no idea where to start.