Honour Thy Father

By Theresa Hollis

The long awaited sequel to the best selling 'The Sabbath' - Linda Morton survived the hell that was Setekh - and moved on with her life, but sometimes life is not that easy and the results of what happened in Setekh will continue to haunt her, but when Hell comes calling for the second time, odds are that she will not survive quite so easily.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Theresa Hollis
• Release date: Oct 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781481080583

Theresa Hollis

Theresa Hollis loves the occult and supernatural so it was only natural that her first book should reflect this. "The Sabbath" came about after Theresa visited Burra in South Australia and was fascinated by the local history of copper mining and the awful conditions that people were forced to live in, it set off a little bell buzzing in her brain, here was the start of something good (or evil in this case).Theresa started writing in her teens, but life, as usual, got in the way, it was not till many years later that she was able to finally write her first novel, which has had excellent reviews, so much so, that a sequel, 'Honour Thy Father' was born.Theresa was born in England and immigrated to Australia in 1951. She is divorced and now lives in the Riverina in New South Wales along with her much loved Jack Russell dog, called, yes you guessed it 'Jack' and a very magical cat named Miss Jasper.

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HONOUR THY FATHER

Theresa Hollis

All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and an resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

CS Independent Publishing Co

America.

Copyright@2014 Theresa Hollis

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-148108-0583

Acknowledgements

With thanks to

Burra Visitors Centre, Burra SA

For their assistance.

Other books by the author

The Sabbath

Massage – Rub a Dub Dub

To Elvie and Stan your support and encouragement have made all this possible.

All things truly wicked

Start from an innocence.

Ernest Hemmingway

CHAPTER ONE

I stood in the kitchen staring out across the backyard, could it possibly be over ten years since I had first moved to Burra. It seemed like just yesterday.

After all that I had been through these past years life here had seemed like a gift from heaven. Michael was growing into a young man, he had always been something of a loner making few friends and preferring his own company to those of others but, that was Michael and I loved him just as he was.

Growing up he was a quiet child, making no

demands and even if at times he seemed to be far away there was always his bright smile each time he looked at me.

That was the problem, lately he seemed to smile less and less and I sensed a growing turmoil in him. When I tried to ask him if anything was wrong he just looked at me and stated that, No, everything was just as it should be Mother.

At the time I remember something icy going down my spine, although for the life of me I could not say what made me feel this way.

Ever since that dreadful nightmare that was Setekh I had watched for anything that might suggest that we had not escaped from the horror of it after all. But so far everything had been fairly normal, until lately.

Try as I might I could not work out what was bothering me, if had not been for Richard these past years I don’t think I would have been able to cope.

The surprising thing was that four years ago Richard suddenly quit his job, sold up his unit and brought a small property of 100 acres in Burra. It had a lovely old farm house on it with a huge barn and lucky for him a dam that was fed by an underground spring, very rare around here.

He had taken to the life like a duck to water, he kept some chickens and a few sheep. He had also brought a very large and what I thought off as heavy four wheel drive car when he move here trading in his four wheel drive that he had had in the city.

When I asked him why he had not brought a Ute or something useful he just said that he felt safer with the beast as he called it plus it was handy for picking up supplies and stuff, although what the ‘stuff’ was I am yet to discover.

It was quite a change, from having him visit occasionally, to having him living near was in fact a blessing, and I think it worked this way for both of us. I knew that I would never get over what happened to me during my stay in Setekh and I knew that Richard felt the same way it was in his eyes.

He looked older and there was wariness about him that had never been there before.

I remember asking him when he first moved here why he had quit his job and moved here of all places, his answer was, ‘It was time for a change’. I never did get anything more out of him and over the years I just accepted his presence.

Lost in my reverie I was startled to hear a knock on the back door, opening it who should be there but Richard.

Richard, I was just thinking about you.

All good I hope?

Of course, what else could it be. What are you doing here today I thought you said you would not be over till later this week?

Well I wasn’t coming over till then but I got to thinking about Michael’s birthday. Do you have anything planned?

Michael would be turning ten on the following Friday and I had been racking my brains as to what to do. He had made it plain that he did not want a party and said he would be happy to just have the two of us celebrate it.

As a matter of fact I have nothing planned, Michael does not want a fuss made. I thought that maybe I would cook a roast or something and make him a cake, why?

"I know that his birthday is on Friday but as he has school I was thinking why don’t you both come out to my place on Saturday and we could have a bbq.

If it’s hot we could go for a swim in the dam I know Michael likes to do that, and you can still bake the cake. So how about you plan on staying over, that way we can have a drink or two and relax. What do you say?"

I thought about it for a minute, it sounded like a great idea and it had been awhile since we had visited the farm. I was sure that Michael would approve.

That sounds perfect and I know Michael will look forward to it and playing with Rhett (Rhett was Richards German Shepard and a beautiful dog) what do you want me to bring, apart from the cake?

Just yourselves I will do all the rest, at least I can mix up a salad and cook some steaks on the bbq.

Michael should be home from school soon, would you like to stay and have dinner with us, nothing special just some cold meat and salad.

Yes thanks I will, now how about a cup of coffee and you can tell me what I can buy Michael for his birthday.

I went over and put the jug on, getting two mugs out of the cupboard I hesitated, what did Michael want for his birthday? He did not play games and had a good collection of books, I really had no idea what to get.

The jug boiled and making the coffee I took both cups to the table and sat down facing Richard.

You know this is going to sound awful but I really have no idea what he wants, I don’t know what I am going to buy him either. I did think of a dog but the only ones for sale were farm dogs and not suitable for a house block, I just don’t know.

What about a cat? Polecat had kittens a few weeks back and I have been looking for homes for them, cats don’t need much space.

Polecat’s kittens! That cat is the meanest cat god ever created and you want to give Michael one of her kittens, I don’t think so.

The kittens are not that bad, quite cute actually and there is a black one that is friendly, why don’t we wait until you come out and I will show Michael and see what he thinks. I can always have a back-up gift for him, how about a lamb that would come in handy around here, no more grass to mow.

Now you are being silly, I would have no garden left either. Ok let’s see what he thinks when we get there, but if that kitten spits and hisses like its mother the deal is off.

We sat and sipped our coffee and chatted in general, we were laughing about something he said when Michael arrived home.

He stopped when he saw Richard and for a minute I saw a blank look come over his face, it was gone in a second and he was back to his old self and after saying hello to Richard, dumped his school bag by the cupboard and went to the fridge to get a drink.

As he stood by the sink sipping his drink I turned to him. Richard came here to ask you if you would like to go out to the farm on your birthday and have a bbq, you can see Rhett and if it’s hot we can go for a swim. I thought we might stay the night, what do you think?

He said nothing for a minute then turned to Richard. Thank you, that sounds just great I know mum was worrying about my birthday, I told her I did not want a fuss but a bbq at the farm would be nice.

With that he finished his drink and picking up his bag went upstairs to his bedroom.

Well that seems to have worked, he was right I was worrying about what to do, it is scary he seems to read my mind at times, and…. I stopped realizing what I had just said.

Linda will you stop worrying about him, he is a normal healthy boy who is also very smart, nothing else. I know what you are thinking but stop it, he will be ten soon and there has been nothing to show that he has developed anything remotely like his father, come on, chin up everything will be fine you’ll see.

Yes, I know I am being silly but I have had such a strange feeling all day, just me being a worry wart.

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