Novels by Jay

The next morning Michelle was woken up by the sound of metal hitting against metal, she opened her eyes and moved her arm to rub them, noticing she was still unable to move. Tharak was undoing the belts and in no time the girl was able to move her arms. She rubbed her eyes and yawned before looking at him. He was wearing similar clothes than the previous day, the room was illuminated with the light that came from the barred window, and it allowed her to take a better look around, she noticed the wall didn't have any paint and the cracks were visible, the wood floor looked old too but there weren't any missing pieces."Come on, let's go have breakfast" the man's husky voice brought her back, she nodded and got out of bed, she realized she wasn't wearing shoes, and couldn't remember taking them off. Tharak walked out first while Michelle followed like a lost puppy, the table where they had dinner last night

Steam smelling like grilled meat and baked potatoes escaped through the kitchen and entered the chambers of the house, successfully reaching Michelle's nostrils and waking up her stomach, who rumbled to let everybody there know that they needed to eat.Michelle sank down on her chair a bit embarrassed, the cold that chilled her outside had completely vanished and had been replaced by warmth and that feeling of being home and protected. Despite that she was none of those things.After a couple more minutes the sounds of cutlery being used and moved around resonated, and just a couple seconds later the man came out, carrying a plate on both his hands and heading to the table. Now that Michelle was calm and had him in front, she could see that his body was more of a rounded way, he had the usual santa claus belly and he walked with the characteristic s

It didn't take more than a couple hours for the rest of the town to know what had happened to the Carrigan's family. It wasn't nothing new, but it seemed that rumours flew like trees in a storm. Richard had heard people mumbling about the disappearance of his daughter, about how it had been a terrible accident and how it was hard for them to look at their son. For that exact reason they forgave Peter to go outside, if he had little friends before, now he would be left with none. Ir was too risky, and his mother didn't want to even think about having to deal with a suicide because of what people talked. Instead, they put more effort in trying to keep the boy distracted, he kept asking about Michelle, and they were running out of excuses to put. That same night after dinner, when Mrs. Carrigan was already in bed, Richard and Eleanor talked about the

Within those three hours of wait Eleanor cleaned the house, Peter watched the TV and Mrs. Carrigan just read a book. When the door rang, Eleanor was the one to head to it, wiping her sweaty hands on her thighs and then unlocking it. She peeked through the peephole and then opened the door to look at her husband. The dark haired male dropped the bag on the floor and brought his wife to a hug, kissing her head, glad that she was okay.Outside, people were already talking with the neighbours, some of them crying about the disappearance or the death of family members, others were quiet, choosing not to talk, like that would make the monsters come back.Eleanor allowed the man to walk inside the house and then closed the door. Peter ran to his father, they looked alike, they both were very innocent and cheerful, even in the worst moments. Eleanor envied

The boy looked at her like she was an idiot, of course it was his mother and he would never actually say that. But how? He had seen her walk upstairs. “I saw her,” he exclaimed as he stood from the couch and headed to the stairs. His mother rushed downstairs and stared at the boy, grabbing his shoulders while she moved down to his level so she could stare at his eyes, shaking her head as the tears started appearing.Upon seeing that, Peter could only start crying too, worried, guilty, feeling useless. He had one job: take care of his sister, and he had messed up in less than thirty minutes. “I saw her, mom!” he yelled. Then it clicked, the whines, the shuffling outside. He was terrified and wanted to do what he did when he messed up: stay quiet like he didn’t know anything, but he had to say something!“I think sh

She went back downstairs and grabbed the house keys, putting them in the left pocket of the jacket before she put her mask on. Some people said that the creatures left a toxic gas that got into people’s lungs and killed them with pneumonia or with its own toxins. Some even had heart attacks, and no one knew how long the gas stayed in the air. However, there was no way of running away from the place. The closest city was miles away, crossing a desert, and it was too dangerous to go out there, given that the creatures chased whoever moved at night, and there was no way of crossing the dessert in one day. Those that got the free treatment were victims that had been attacked and not killed, and even then, there was not a single soul that had survived to explain what the creatures looked like. A lot of artists had made illustrations, representing their own ideas on how the monsters would look like. Some drew them as outer space visitors: aliens. Othe