Silo Hill

By Loulou Oldfield

A comical story of a strange morbid man's mission.
Taking local residents from a small country town and disposing of them in loving 'Memory or Madness’?
The silos of Stroud built in the 1840’s by convicts, become graves.
A small country town is threatened with a serial killer, It seems no one is safe.
Midsomer comes to the Mid North Coast.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Loulou Oldfield
• Release date: May 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9780994603104

Loulou Oldfield

Born in suffolk in the UK, now residing in the beautiful Blue Mountains.I have been writing for many years, now its time to finish all my stories and get them out there.

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Silo Hill

by

Loulou Oldfield

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ISBN 978-0-9946031-0-4

Copyright @ Louise Oldfield 2016

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Table of Contents

Silo Hill

Location Guide

About the Author

Silo Hill

Chapter One

Frost covered the town below as he stepped from the cold damp silo. Rooftops white and icy, many homes with smoke puffing from their chimneys.

Rubbing his large gloved hands together, he relocked the metal entrance grate that lead down into the silo, by clamping it with a thick heavy lock. Grabbing the bolt cutters he returned to his van near the small amenities block. Pleased with himself as he drove off slowly, he headed south down the Buckett's Way.

He flicked the radio on and snuggled his body into the seat. It was going to be a long drive. Another town, another new venture.

Chapter Two

She was bound to the chair, tired, weak and trembling. The room was becoming dark as the sun was going down. It was hot and stuffy with only a small patch of sky to be seen through the high arched window. She knew she was in a multi-story building, as she could see a few rooftops not far away. Were they part of the block she was in, or another building? Would anyone hear her scream?

Footsteps were coming closer, louder. The door handle turned and he came in. She cried, terrified to see the sharp, silver weapon in his hand. Sheer terror ripped through her body as he took a step closer. She was about to die. It would be slow and agonising. She felt faint as he was now standing beside her trembling body. He placed the cold blade against her face, then …

Chhiinneee...

Lucy woke with a start, the fearful dream lingering, wondering where she was for a moment. She grabbed her phone and flicked the alarm off. Bugger! She was in such a deep sleep. She slowly slid from her bed grabbing a short red gown and slipped her arms through it, then opened the curtains. 'Blue sky, no sign of rain, another hot day and it's going to be the longest hottest summer', she thought.

Slowly walking through to the kitchen she opened the sliding door to let Tilly in, the dog jumped around and let out a few excited good morning yelps. A slight breeze came into the kitchen, but the air was already humid. The steaming brewed tea made her feel stifled. She tipped it down the sink and fed Tilly a juicy chicken neck before she sat at the breakfast bar to check her emails. One email from her boss at the newspaper, and a photo from her sister of a cat dressed up as a taco. 'Cute', she thought, as she poured a bowl of muesli and sat at the table watching Tilly play with her squeaky toy.

Lucy worked from home, in a house her father owned. He was a retired journalist, now writing books, who lived on the coast at Elizabeth Beach with her mother and sister. Lucy, a freelance journalist, wrote many weekly articles for a local paper and for a wide selection of magazines from all around NSW. She liked the small town of Gloucester and had made some good friends since she came here a few years ago with Tilly and her entire bonsai collection.

Lucy's passion was to write. Most weeks for the local coastal paper she would document important events, or what was happening around the district… the good and the bad. Her feature for the newspaper lately had been about the missing persons from her town of residency - Gloucester on the Mid North Coast. Within eighteen days three local, well known people had gone missing. There had been no leads and not one whiff or a trace of them. Nothing connected them in any way. Aged from twenty three to fifty eight, they just vanished. Finishing her breakfast, she sat back in her chair and read back through the police reports, including some private notes she had collected. Many details she was unable to share or print, as most of the locals and family members she interviewed had added a little too much gossip to their story.

January 2nd.

The first missing person was Bonnie, twenty-three year old girl who lived in Gloucester and worked at the local pub. She lived with her fiancé whom she had been with for over four years, her family and relatives all lived in town. A very close family - they would see one another most days. Each week they would have a Sunday roast for lunch and would sit around the table and share everyones news. Unbeknown to her, but not to many town folk, her fiancé really enjoyed those lunches a little more than she thought. As she sipped wine and played a game of chess with her father; her fiancé was bonking her mother senseless in the ensuite. Sadly the night of January 3rd she never came home from work. Another staff member walked her to her car after their shift finished. He then drove off as Bonnie waved goodbye, and turned the car lights on ready to leave. The fiancé woke around 2am, and noticed Bonnie wasn't asleep beside him. He rang her phone but no answer, so he drove to the pub to see if she was there. Her car was in the parking lot with the headlights still on. He peered through the window to see her bag and phone on the passenger seat. But no trace of Bonnie. It was a dark night with no moon and only one street light shone down on the small parking area. The driver’s door was closed