Mary Murphy Books Novels & Stories

I filled the mug with milk and was just putting it into the microwave to warm up when I heard a loud thump on the patio outside. With the moon’s brilliant glow resembling a flashlight in the sky, I hadn’t bothered to turn on the light to the kitchen. I found the warm illumination soothing and, since I had no trouble seeing, there was no need to break the mood with artificial lighting. The sound of a chair crashing made me practically jump out of my skin. I held my breath while I inched toward the edge of the sliding glass door. Using extreme caution, I eased my head past the door frame far enough to allow me to peek outside. An enormous gasp of disbelief escaped me when I saw my mother’s

“Myles is coming! He’s not afraid of any of you!” A sudden click made me jump, and the lock turned slowly. My stomach knotted as the door swung inward. Murphy stood there smugly in the doorway. He wore a black jacket over jeans and a smile that made my skin crawl, and his eyes glittered with his cruelty. “Well,” he said smoothly. “Look who finally woke up.” I froze with my hands curling into fists. Murphy’s smile widened as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him…