Gallic Noir. Pascal Garnier

They were there! She could hear footsteps. In her head she was yelling, ‘Bastard, you bastard!’ She huddled still further into the corner of the room, wrapped in the bedcover, with only her eyes peeping out. She was no longer able to control the shivers rippling through her body from head to toe. Her right hand was looking for something, it didn’t matter what, as long as it could be used as a weapon. A Bic biro, a Cristal, with blue ink.

      Jacqueline retched as she ventured into the hall, where an infernal stench leapt out at her like a wild cat.