FLASH FEAR

One of my stories was recently dramatised for the DREW BLOOD DARK TALES podcast and I am delighted to share this with you.  Enjoy “Clinical” 

A Welcome Guest  My early childhood was spent on my father’s farm in the middle of nowhere. Literally, in the middle of nowhere.  We had no hospitals or police stations near us, everything we ate, we made from scratch. It was like being Amish or something.  The farm was called Beacon Farm and to even get to the store was a long old drive in my father’s four-by-four.  We had a plethora of animals. We had goats, sheep, cows and pigs. My father managed the slaughterhouse. My mother spent her time making butter, baking bread and preparing dinner for me and my father.  And I often walked the grounds. All-day long I wandered the grounds.  It was a fantastic time.  My childhood was defined by Beacon Farm, that was until, one day… Kenneth arrived. The stability of the farm and my childhood would be defined by the guests that came upon Beacon Farm to take what they felt they were owed.  Kenneth stood in the doorway. He was drenched from the rain. He wore a...