LOGINLuke and Jessica have the perfect life, until Luke lost the only thing he loves. Barely able to cope with her death, Luke is confronted by a stranger, known as Sam, who offers Luke the chance to be reunited with his wife. One by one, those closest to Luke are tragically killed and his life slowly unravels. Can he survive losing family and friends? As Luke tries to find out who Sam is and why he is killing off those he loves, Luke will learn a horrible truth? Sam tells the story, breaking the forth wall, to include you. With the pressure mounting and Luke nearing desperation, how far would you go?
View MoreAfter Luke had left, Russell was concerned. He hated keeping secrets from his best friend. Yet, this secret would crush him, and he swore to himself never to reveal it. They had both agreed to take it to their grave. Russell cleared away the dishes, spilling some ketchup on his shirt. His overweight belly protruded over his trousers and extended his white t-shirt. He had often wondered why Debbie was still with him. She was glamours, attractive and could have any man she wanted, and yet she had stayed with him. That is why he could not understand what Jessica had done, and so soon after her wedding to Luke. He only knew this secret because Debbie had shared it with him, telling him it was too much of a burden for her to bare.
The night was still and the only sound to be heard was the distant noise of animals howling or fighting somewhere nearby. Luke glanced over to the bedside clock and stared at the light green display. Only one minute had gone since he last gazed at the mesmerising display. No matter how hard he tried to sleep, Luke could not find the rest he desperately needed. His mind was racing from what happened at the funeral. His encounter with death. Searching through his memory, Luke tried to picture the mystery assailant who offered to send him back to Jessica. Who was he? No matter how hard Luke looked he could not see the face of the man that attacked him. All he saw was misty rain and excruciating pain. What was more troubling was what the man told him. He had k
I must tell you something before we start. Before I met Luke, he was in a bad way. I waited as long as possible before approaching him. If the timing wasn’t right, I would not have been able to help him, let alone convince him. What Luke needed was help, and I could help him. When I found him, the poor man was beside himself. After learning about Jessica’s death, Luke shut himself away. He stopped eating, stayed in bed, he stopped living. Russell and Debbie kept an eye on him, popping round, giving him food, and trying to get him out of bed. They had to arrange the funeral. Luke just stop functioning and shut everyone and everything out; he could not do anything. Somehow, they managed to get him to the funeral. I don’t know how they
Luke sat on the sofa checking his watch. His expression was of concern. Two hours had gone by since Jessica left to collect her prescription. He looked at the time again. Pulling out his phone, Luke dialled Jessica’s number. He waited while the phone rang and rang until it forwarded to her voicemail. ‘Hey, this is Jessica. You know what to do, leave a message. Beep!’Luke hung up and tried again. Where was she? Had she decided to stop off somewhere? He knew she would have called if she was going to be late. He told himself not to worry, there had be a good explanation, and Jessica would burst through the door, carrying shopping bags, and apologising for being late. He needed a distraction.