The House that Jack Built by M.M. Boulder

 The House that Jack Built

The House that Jack Built by M.M. Boulder
English | 2020 | Mystery, Thriller | ePUB | 3.1 MB

Psychological thrillers are wonderful to write because there’s so much possibility for character growth. If you find out your wife is a serial killer, that’s going to affect you. But how? If you find out someone is hunting you down to kill you because of something your great-great-great grandfather did a hundred plus years ago, that’s going to change how you view life. If it doesn’t, you’re not a very interesting character.

The truth doesn’t set you free, it only gets you killed…
Dead. They’re all dead. Her mother, her father, her siblings…all dead. Murdered in their own home, and Sian Ellis is next. But as she and her last remaining brother Gavin fight for their lives and search for answers, it becomes devastatingly clear that Gavin knows more than he’s saying. With no one to trust and nowhere to run Sian is forced to come face to face with her family’s dark secrets and the horrible truth behind her lineage…

She stared at him. She’d never seen him like this. He was usually so carefree and laid-back, so goofy. But he wasn’t goofy now. His face was stone, and his words were harsh. He knew what was in the kitchen. He knew.

‘Okay,’ she mumbled, wishing she still believed she could do anything as long as Gavin was with her.

‘Stay behind me,’ he ordered again and stepped forward towards the kitchen.

She took a small step forward, and something crunched under her foot. She glanced down. Her grandma’s prized Van Briggle vase was broken beyond recognition, purple fragments mixing with the glass of the mirrors. It didn’t make sense. Nothing was making sense.

‘Sian!’ Gavin hissed.

He was nearly to the kitchen now, and he was waiting impatiently for her. She started to move forward again, but the floor between them was coated in blood. She swallowed a gag. There was no way she could reach him without stepping in it.

She tried to take another step, but her foot hovered just above the blood.

‘NOW!’ Gavin snapped.

She closed her eyes and stepped down. Her shoe squished, and she shuddered, then stepped forward again and again, walking just on her tippy toes, moving steadily towards Gavin.

She gagged as she stepped carefully over the dead man’s body, then stepped into the kitchen behind Gavin, swallowing a scream as everything came into view.

There was a bloody stub of a hand on the kitchen counter, butcher knife still buried deeply in the glossy wooden countertop. A man was sprawled across the breakfast table, telephone cord wrapped around his neck. Another man was face down in a pool of blood on the floor, several kitchen knives buried to their handles in his back.

Sian closed her eyes. Everything was so quiet. Quieter than their house had ever been. She couldn’t keep going. If Dad were here he would have…

She shook her head, trying to erase the thought. They were probably just out back or at the store. They hadn’t been here. They surely hadn’t killed these men. Everything was okay. They would find everyone, and they would laugh about how scared she was.

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