The Ice Cannibal

The windscreen wipers squealed as they cleared away the rain pelting against the windshield in frantic synchronisation. The unexpected change in weather was disheartening. Arnold squinted against the bright lights that shone from the oncoming vehicles headed in the opposite direction. Thunder rumbled in the distance as the dark grey clouds gathered and the sky darkened streaked with silver as lightning flashed across the sky, sudden sparks lit up the sky and fell to the earth with a deafening crack. “We should turn back,” Arnold said, battling at the steering wheel. The front tyres had thinned out and he had not been able to replace them yet. The road was slippery; too slippery for his liking, and his foot was steady on the brake pedal. He knew the trip was a bad idea but he couldn't say no. That was his problem he couldn't say no - at least not to her - the most beautiful woman that he had ever met and loved her dearly. Olivia glanced over her shoulder and s

Following down R617 there was no other signage other than various markers on the side of the road. Joel slowed down as the road turned to dirt and grit with various sized potholes.“Look for a white gate. It shouldn’t be too far away,” Sarah said softly. “There is no sign to indicate road D600 and this one goes a really long way. Then we need to find a sign on the left pointing towards the Farm.” Hayley tried to silence Sarah telling her to stay still.Fifteen minutes later Joel turned down a narrow bumpy dirt road through the white gate. Separated by the dirt road, the trees lined up like soldiers, and the sun peeped through the tall trees reflecting colors of gold and brown. The closer they got to the Farm the higher the Mountains climbed the sky.“I’m so tired.” Hayley yawned, stroking Sarah’s hair.“There!” Mark spotted the green faded wooden sign indicating Silver Springs Farm.

Detective Ray Banks sat behind his desk resting his chin upon his folded hands fingers entwined, elbows resting on the tiny table reserved for those given charge over Cold cases that nobody wanted to accept or take accountability. He’d been a Detective for over twenty years, where experience used to count for something only the young graduates with top degrees were promoted, and with the childish methods used, very few cases were solved. Eleven years ago he requested a transfer from Hilton Police Station to Underberg Police Station. Most thought he was crazy to put in such a request but since his son and wife passed away a few years ago from a hijacking he didn’t want to be reminded of them, and almost every day people kept asking if he was okay. The criminals were set free due to a technicality and he lost faith in the Justice system.As a parting gift, the Hilton Police Department sent the Cold case files with him. Even over all these years, he had kept all the

John Holder was proud that he’d managed to find holiday accommodation at the last minute, what made it even better is that Silver Springs was at the very southern foothills of the Drakensburg Mountain. He’d promised his family many times to take them along at his next trout fishing expedition, but everything was fully booked. While he could go off and spend his days at the trout farm with the rest of the club, his wife and two sons could enjoy the environment and activities here. After breakfast in the restaurant, they decided to explore a bit.Locking up their Cottage, number one, they decided to follow the gravel road and see what they could find. The boys ran down ahead of them despite John’s orders to stay close and watch the road for oncoming cars or tractors.“This is great,” Karen said, wrapping her arm around his, “just what the boys needed.”He smiled, “Just what we needed. When the boys

Waking up at dawn was no easy feat especially after the night before from the highs; now down to the lows. The four sat at the dining room table in the Loft with the desirable need for unlimited coffee, Joel had to set up a pot of coffee three times already. Mark seemed to be the only one with unlimited energy as he explained the hike to closed ears.“Where’s all that music coming from?” Sarah moaned, her head throbbing. “It’s too early, it’s loud.”“It’s Halloween music.” Mark said, “You know all about death, monsters, ghouls, and ghosts. Trick or Treating, witches...have you all forgotten?”The sound of Michael Jackson’s Thriller blared from the Farmhouse. “God bless Michael Jackson.” Hayley moaned and reached for another mug of coffee.***The sunlight above the mountains displayed a magnificent array of varying tints of blues across t