Scurrilous Stories

"I-It can't be..." she stuttered, stepping back and dropping the black shotgun that was in her hand.
"I-I didn't know it was her love. Please..." he coughed out, crying.
"You killed her!" she screamed, breaking down and collapsing on her knees.
"Baby please. I love you." he said, as she looked up.
There was a brief silence, before a cough was heard.
"I love you too." she cried out, burying her head in her hands.


11. Frantic Findings

|Chapter 11|

Frantic Findings


When school ended, Nadine Halliday ventured out into the hallway from the door of her Geography classroom.

She met Rachael who was wandering behind her, as they went to their lockers to pack away their pencil cases and calculus books they were still holding since 4th period.

Nadine happened to bump into Levi as he was walking in the opposite direction.

He jolted back and was about to say something, until he looked up, and saw it was in fact Nadine he bumped into.

He smiled lightly and wrapped his arm around her wrist, bringing her into him. She struggled with his grip, but soon found out it was no use.

She sighed loudly, on purpose, as Levi brought his lips to her ear. After leaving a tender kiss on it, he whispered something in her ear.

“Nadine, give me one date. Meet me at Lakeside Drive near Lake Victoria tomorrow night. Please don’t stand me up.”

Then, he let go of her wrist and walked away, leaving a dazed Nadine. She was nudged by Rachael, and she asked her what was up.

“Levi asked me out on a date and asked me not to stand him up this time.” Nadine said, as they approached their lockers.

“Hon, I think you should go. I mean, give the guy a chance.” Rachael said, shutting her locker door shut.

Nadine nodded and walked towards the school doors, with Rachael close behind her.

“I’m going to go see tom, you wanna come?” said asked, her car keys sparkling in the warm rays of the gleaming sun.

“No, but tell Tom I said hi. I have some homework to catch up on. And work. I’ll, I’ll catch you later.” Nadine said, as Rachael gave her a hug and headed off to her Fiat.

Nadine walked towards the footpath and thought about what Levi said. Maybe she should give him a chance?




When Nadine arrived home, she was faced with four brown cardboard boxes stacked on one another in the front door.

“Ah, dad!” she cried out, trying to figure out a way to get it.

“Hi honey! Can you take the back door?” he asked, as Nadine absent-mindedly nodded.

She walked towards the side gate and opened it (as it was never locked), before curving around the house to approach the back door.

She caught sight of her dad, who was taping up some boxes with boxing tape.

“Hey sweet pea.” he said, wiping his brow from sweat with the back of his hand.

“Hey dad, got everything packed?” she asked, remembering she had to make her decision today.

“Almost, do you think you can pack the final things in your room?” he asked, as Nadine nodded and walked down the corridor towards her bedroom door.

She stepped back and looked at the stairs that headed towards the loft. She looked behind her to see her dad in a heap of several boxes.

She bit her lip and thought about finally venturing up there after all this time.

Plus, she was going to be moving houses soon, whether she went with her dad or stayed with her aunt and uncle.  

She crept up the stairs, hearing the floor-boards creak slightly from underneath her feet.

She walked up to the large wooden door and touched the handle, wrapping her fingers around the cold metal.

She pushed it down and opened the door with a creak.

She cringed at the loud noise before walking in, shutting the door behind her.

Her hands searched for a light-switch on the wall, and when she found one, she flipped it on.

Her mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape, and she gasped, and the naked bulb in the small room revealed what was inside.

In a large glass case, just like snow-white’s coffin, was a body.

The woman had long brown hair and many flesh wounds. Her eyelids were shut, as she was obviously not living.

Nadine slowly approached the woman and placed her hand on the glass case.

It was her mother.

Nadine’s mother had horrid scratches all over her body, which startled Nadine.

Why would her father keep her mother in this glass case?

Nadine remembered a funeral, from when she was younger, and she remembered an oak coffin being buried 6 feet into the ground.

How can this be?

Had her father dug her mother up?

Nadine felt the tears trickle down her cheeks as she watched her mother’s unmoving, lifeless body in the glass.

She was afraid her mother’s eyes would open, and she would jump up and startle her.

But of course, that was a silly thought.

She looked around the room some more, to see many weird things in jars.

She walked towards a large oak desk, which had drawings and a few old leather journals on it. She took one of the journals and opened it to the first page.


September 17th, 2002.


Mary-Margaret has been missing for some time.

I last saw her when she was putting on her coat, ready to go shopping down at the local grocer.

The police have searched for her, and questioned many of the employees, but they just can’t seem to find her.

Nadine, my baby-girl, has been asking to where her mother is.

I’ve been telling her for sometime that her mother was on a business trip, and will be back soon.

It hurt to lie to my princess like that, but it’s necessary.


Nadine shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows, turning to the next page.


September 21st, 2002.


They found Mary-Margaret.

She was in the middle of the woods, with several flesh wounds.

It tore me to find out she was dead.

How could this have happened?

I visited one of my many friends, to discuss the issue about Mary-Margaret. He was a hunter, one who hunts wolves. He told me of the many times he was nearly attacked by an over-sized wolf.

It fascinated me.

Nadine, back to my princess.

I can no longer tell her her mother is on a business trip, it was time to reveal the truth.

I held her close one night, during a thunder-storm and released the truth. She was broken. She broke down crying and I pat her back, shedding tears as well.

Although I told Nadine that her mother had in fact died in a car accident, which wasn’t the truth, it was better than nothing.

Her mother was killed by a were-wolf.

I’m positive.

The mythical beasts exist, and I’m going to kill the wolf that killed my Mary-Margaret, even if it’s the last thing I do.


Nadine couldn’t bear reading on. Her mother was killed by a wolf? Just like how Thomas had a near-death experience, getting attacked by a wolf.

It was clear now to why her father didn’t allow her to go through the woods.

But he lied to her.

And Nadine didn’t like that.

She cried, walked away from the desk, and towards the door of the loft.

With taking one last look at her mother, she opened the door and shut it quietly behind her. She tip-toed down the stairs and ran towards the living room, where she came face to face with her father.

“Pumpkin, what’s wrong?” Aaron asked, putting down the tape and walking towards his daughter.

“You lied to me.” Nadine said, shaking her head.

She made her decision now.

It was to stay here, away from her father.

And it was to kill that wolf, the one who killed her mother.


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