A Feast To Die For

By Harry McDonald

Anticipating a normal work night, Jill instead gets the shock of her life from an encounter with the other side. A lonely ghost girl, a tragic fire and a fall down a staircase all make for an unforgettable ghost story. A Feast To Die For is ghostly and long, short story with a memorable ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harry McDonald
• Release date: Sep 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465775986

Harry McDonald

Harry McDonald is a playwright whose work includes: Foam (Finborough Theatre, London, 2024) and Don't Smoke in Bed (VAULT Festival, 2023). His short fiction has been published by Another North, and he has also created work for the Liverpool Everyman's Love Liverpool project. Between 2016-2019, he published a blog of theatre criticism.

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A FEAST TO DIE FOR

By Harry McDonald

Copyright 2011 By Harry McDonald

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Another evening and it’s foggier than ever, Jill told herself. December can be like that. The fog made it difficult to even see who was approaching on the sidewalk. Glad to finally be home, she bounded the steps of her building quickly.

Jill Wheeler was a twenty-one year old student at Tabor College in Clarkston. An excellent student, she studied hard and searched for all the knowledge she could take in. She had been raised to know that an education should not be wasted. The afternoon had been spent at the city library, where she often taught herself as much or more than she could learn in class.

She walked to the door with the key in her hand, and was surprised to see a note tacked to it. Written in a quaint longhand style, the note read: Your server experience is requested for 7:00 P.M., Friday night at 250 Blackwell Street. How odd, she thought. Jill worked part-time for a couple of catering companies, but they always called, and had never left her a