We’re getting creepier as the day wears on! Check out this excerpt from The Painting by Ryan Casey – and come back for an interview with the author himself next Wednesday! As always this month, remember to comment on this post or sign up here for your chance to win a bunch of ebooks tonight…including a copy of this book!
Excerpt: The Painting by Ryan Casey
their gaze. He felt it from inside his body—their eyes examining every
inch of his being.
figures. He’d seen them and he knew what they were now. He knew where
they came from and what it all meant.
he elevated himself from the bed, he tried not to look at the
painting—not even in his mind’s eye. He still felt their gazes burning
through the sheets and engulfing his body.
could still hear the creeping of their slender feet squelching across
the marshy grass. Their little hands tap, tap, tapping the thin air.
to make out, but he heard the whispers and calls. It was sort of like a
nursery rhyme—a coming home. Something his mother might have hummed to
him as she moved back on forth on her rocking chair.
I know you’re in there, and I know you’re scared, but you just need to
get out of there or we’re gonna have to get you out of there ourselves.”
heard a deeper voice outside the room, then a cough and a sigh. “We’re
going to knock the door down, mate,” the man’s voice said.
down would let them in and then they’d see them too and they would take
them away. They’d take Sara away.
would be watching from the painting. They always watched from the
painting. He kept still as his body shook against the dusty white
sheets. A little bit of his foot was exposed at the end of the bed but
he had to keep it still—the coldness growing closer and tickling its way
up his ankles.
together. The singing started. He heard it inside him, like headphones
wired into his skull. The humming. No words—just beautiful, bright
threw the quilt out of his face as the door crashed again and the light
cut through the darkness of the room, stinging his eyes. He waved his
hands towards them. “Get… get out, just go. You can’t be here, they’re
going back. Manny Bates ended up here and she never got back. He
couldn’t risk being another Manny Bates.
check, then you’ll know. He turned his shaking head to the painting and
almost immediately swung his gaze away.
felt their presence in the room as he smiled and shook his head. The
cold crept up his flesh as Sara’s face grew ever more distant.
Ryan Casey is a mystery and thriller author from Preston,
Lancashire, in the UK. When he can’t be found writing, he generally
can’t be found.
protagonists with fatal flaws. His novels include suspense thriller,
Killing Freedom, and coming of age mystery, What We Saw.