Thunder rumbled in the distance and the night itself seemed to grow darker as the breeze from the ocean whipped at her hair.    

I am not repulsed, Faye thought to herself, watching the blood from the woman’s mouth trickle down her hand.  It was hot, a grim reminder of the horrors she had endured.    

 ‘Are you dead?  ’Faye asked.    

 ‘Yes, ’the woman replied, ’I am no longer in this world.  ’  

‘How do you want me to help you?  ’Faye asked, pieces of charred flesh coming away with her hand, revealing the bony structure beneath.    

‘Save my daughter, ’the woman said, ’save my beautiful  daughter.  .  .  .  ’  

 ...

Please subscribe to keep reading.