by Barry J. Northern
The dreams got worse and worse in the following week, but they only plagued me at night. I could explain those away without questioning my sanity. I slowly began looking into mirrors again, trying to ignore that one incident for sanity’s sake as well. What worried me the most was my thumb. Even though there was no blood, I wore a plaster around it because one morning I had peered into the crack and swore I saw bone. I didn’t want to look at it after that.
That Saturday when granddad and I arrived at his house in a cloud of diesel, Mum wasn’t waiting for us again. He said she was getting ready upstairs and wouldn’t be long. I turned on the TV while he put the kettle on. I know, I should have said something about Mum, but that would have meant accepting that something strange was happening to her, and right then I was aiming for normality.
Mum’s scream lasted so long I was halfway up the stairs before it ended.
About the Author
Barry J. Northern was the host and editor of the late Cast Macabre horror fiction podcast who went on to found Cast of Wonders after seeing a gap in the market for great short audio YA fiction. He has a story published on Pseudopod, and tries to write when he isn’t debugging code or designing logos in his garden studio in Bournemouth, England.
Barry hasn’t been as active in the podcasting and fiction world as he used to be. He still works behind the scenes at Cast of Wonders providing the occasional piece of artwork, which he started in 2011 with Graeme Dunlop.
About the Narrator
Ian Stuart is a writer/performer living in York. He has done work for the BBC and Manx Radio, as well as audiobooks, historical guides and promotional videos. He is also a storyteller/guide for The Ghost Trail of York, taking tourists round the city and telling them some of its darker secrets. You can read more about his poetry and his dog, Digby, on his blog, The Top Banana. If you wish to contact Ian about voiceover work of any kind , you can get in touch with him on Twitter at @yorkwriter99. His greatest boast is that he is the father of a famous son.