Stacey Louise Writes

  Fallen Apples, CHAPTER ONE, Now, Katy and Cody stand up straight, at either side of the official looking woman. They stand facing the solid oak front door, the children’s faces are serious, yet expectant, without knowing quite what to expect when the front door is opened. They’re here to meet their aunt Jenna. They know ‘of’ her, yet don’t remember her. They’ve not seen her since they were newborns. This is their new home, so they’ve been told. Jenna will now be their legal guardian. They know that means that she will be taking the place of their parents.  At that moment, the front door swings open, and a young woman stands smiling before them. Her auburn hair hangs loose in waves past her shoulders, and is bouncy, and her beaming smile reveals perfectly white teeth. Her eyes are green, and sparkle, though they seem kind.  “Hi” she greets them, whilst raising her hand in a welcoming gesture, also.  “You must be Katy, and you must be Cody” She states to each respect...

Fallen Apples, PROLOGUE Early; That Morning, It’s a few hours before dawn, and the skies above are still a murky charcoal of heavy darkness, yet blue hues reverberate across the sky. There are multiple police cars surrounding the secluded house on the hill; no sirens blaring, just intermittently strobing blue lights, creating an insipid haze of colour around the area, as if only highlighting the gloom. The house itself stands still and foreboding. It looks like it could be haunted. But what’s really haunting, is what the house contains, inside, within its walls. Four dead bodies. Two adults, a male and a female, and two children, a boy and a girl, aged four and six. Each have been stabbed, repeatedly; slaughtered in their beds. Blood pools around the bodies, seeped into the bedding, soaking into the carpeted flooring, and splattered onto the headboards, and the walls around, and above. A gruesome and bloodied scene of horror.  The uniformed police officers are busying around the sc...