ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #9
Date: 12/7/2015,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... reeling back in absolute horror and disgust. On the other side of the tree, being tied to it, and held in place like she was the figurehead of a ship, was Tasha's body, the face reddened and scarred around the lips, but there was no denying that that was the former supermodel. Before she even realized she did it, Sam spun into Nate's arms as he held her close, both too distraught to even look at the horrible sight any longer. "We need to get back to the inn," he whispered. "I'm sorry for your friend and his k*d… but there is no way in hell that we are staying on this rut-tin' island. Whatever it takes, we're leaving this nightmare." * * * Spencer hadn't long since abandoned the furnace clearing task, in an effort to focus on his s*ster who was getting sicker by the moment it seemed, when Noelle pulled out more bones with the shovel, making it abundantly clear that someone had put a body in the furnace. It was male, according to Noelle, but so far, no other information could really be gathered. The smell was terrible at first, but now that they had been in it for a while, the smell was no longer really bothering them, or at least there were now more pressing fears and sensual overloads to deal with. RIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG It had been so long since Spencer had gotten a signal, much less a call, that he practically jumped when his cell phone went off. He checked the number and saw it was his dad calling. For the briefest of moments, as he hit the Talk button, he ...
... believed everything was fine- that his dad had gotten Savanna onto a boat, and just couldn't get in touch with him. But when he heard her screams, that fantasy abruptly ended. "Daddy!" she called out. "I'm here, sweetie… are you-" "Daddy… I have to tell you something." "Spencer's breaths became rapid and shallow. "Yes… anything. Just tell me you're alright." "I'm okay, Daddy… but the man said if anyone from the wedding tries to leave the island, he's going to kill me." "No one is leaving until-" "I don't want to die, Daddy!" Spencer attempted to respond but his voice waivered and the call went dead. All the colour drained from his face as he dropped the phone to his side and just stood there. "What is it?!" Carly said, nearly knocking Cat over, to get closer to her br*ther. "She said if anyone from the wedding gets on that boat tonight, they're going to kill her." "Then we just won't leave…" Carly said, sounding deeply troubled, but as always optimistic as she looked to Cat who looked far less happy with that decision. "Guys…" All three turned their attention to Noelle who was fishing something out with her hands, apparently cooled off enough for her to reach inside. "I think I know who was in the furnace…" she said, her voice quivering and not wanting to make any eye contact with the Shays. "I just found this." The dark haired writer handed a small pocket knife that was ...