Turn on, Tune in, Drop Dead

By Peter Morgan

Black Mountain's campsite known as The Sanctuary looks over the breathtakingly beautiful Branwen Loch. A haven for troubled children but notorious for its wild camp counselors. Nestled within the Douglas Fir woods The Sanctuary is every campers dream. But its also the home to a malevolent entity that the counselors are about to awaken.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Morgan
• Release date: Mar 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781311685506

Peter Morgan

My name is Peter Morgan, I'm 45 and single again, after almost 15 years of marriage. I work full-time as an office manager, but I'm a keen amateur photographer and I like to write too. I'll be posting some photo's here and also sharing some of my memoirs. Dating is a vastly different prospect now, compared to what it was in the late 80s/early 90s and I'm using a lot of my experiences in my stories. Drop by, take a look, say hi!

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Turn on, Tune in, Drop Dead

Copyright 2016 Peter Morgan

Published by Peter Morgan at Smashwords

Cover art © 2017 by Mike Stuart

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The sun glistened on the calm waters of Branwen Loch. ‘White Rabbit’ by Jefferson Airplane could be heard coming from one of the large wooden cabins in the centre of Black Mountain’s campsite, known as The Sanctuary.

Teepee-style tents on either side of the loch lay empty, as bright red and blue canoes knocked into each other with the gentle ebb and flow of the water. Two ravens were dismembering a small fish on the boardwalk and began squabbling with each other, eventually tiring each other out and flying off towards the black mountains.

Laughter broke the blissful music as a group of five early twenty somethings walked towards the campsite. A red-haired woman came out from the cabin and stood on the wooden stairs watching the five approach her. That must be Meadow, one of the men presumed, making their way towards the crimson haired beauty. She smiled at the group that stood before her, you are two days early, she whined, before laughing. Whatever could we do until the children arrive? she asked playfully, before walking down the rickety wooden stairs to greet them. I’m Meadow, she introduced, to which one of the two men smiled as he looked her up and down. Meadow’s red hair clashed slightly with her revealing emerald dress, but her beauty was striking and clearly very distracting for the boys.

I’m Amy, a sandy-haired girl from the group said, rolling her eyes at the men practically gagging over Meadow. And this ditz is my guy Robby, she poked her long-haired lover in the ribs, shaking her head. He smiled sheepishly at Meadow trying not to make too much eye contact with her as he