A Little Bit Horror, Volume 6: A collection of three short stories

By Juliet Boyd

A Little Bit Horror, Volume 6 is a collection of three short horror stories with a touch of Easter thrown in.

The Daffodil Field - What is buried beneath the field of daffodils and what is the connection between Audrey Cambridge and the young archaeologist?

A Gift From a Stranger - It's always nice to be given an Easter egg, but when you don't know where it came from, you can never be sure exactly what you're eating.

Spelling it Out - When Daniel tries to sneak out of the house after a one night stand, he gets more than he bargained for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Juliet Boyd
• Release date: Mar 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301052523

Juliet Boyd

Juliet lives in Somerset in the south-west of England. She used to work in administration, but now writes full-time. Her main writing interests are fantasy, science fiction, weird fiction, horror and flash fiction. Details of her work are available on her website.

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A LITTLE BIT HORROR, VOLUME 6

A collection of three short stories

Juliet Boyd

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CONTENTS

THE DAFFODIL FIELD

A GIFT FROM A STRANGER

SPELLING IT OUT

IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BOOK...

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

THE DAFFODIL FIELD

Carrie leant against the passenger door of the battered old 4x4 and sighed.

It seems such a shame, she said, looking across at the field in front of them.

You're not serious? said Ike, as he dragged a tatty canvas holdall out of the boot – one that was so big you could seriously believe it might have a sink in it. Metal crashed against metal as it landed unceremoniously on the gravel of the driveway.

But they're so beautiful.

They're daffodils, Carrie. They grow back every year. There are thousands of them in this valley alone. What we're looking for is far more important.

Important was a telling choice of word. Interesting or intriguing, maybe, but important was a value judgement and that was impossible to make at this stage. She wasn't surprised. Ike had never had an eye for beauty, unless it came with long blonde hair and skyscraper legs attached. She had learned that on their first day at Uni when he all but ignored her. Small and insignificant wasn't his type, but that didn't stop her hoping.

However, on this occasion it was possible that he might be right. This could be the most important archaeological dig of the century so far – something that could make their names in the profession. The only trouble was, they had to prove that fact before any of the big institutions would throw cash at it.

Carrie knew the place well. At least, from a passing it every day in the car point of view. It had always given her the creeps, ever since she was a kid. The imposing dark stone house with two tiny attic windows that stared at you as if they owned you while you were in their view.

The land, they had found out, had been part of an old family estate, owned by Ms Audrey Cambridge, who had died two months earlier without any heirs. Her will had been very specific. She had declared that the ground should be dug, in an archaeological sense, and for the time it took, no-one was permitted to sell the land. Only after its secrets had been revealed would they know what to do with the money it raised.

Secrets. Another strange word choice, Carrie had thought. Secrets implied something deliberately hidden. They usually excavated a site simply because time had taken over and buried the past. They were there to discover the truth, not to uncover secrets, as such.

The whole idea of it was weird.

Ms Cambridge had even had an electrical resistance survey carried out of the area,