Paramortal, A Short Story

By J. M. Tompkins

Straightforward, foul-mouthed Gary has two goals in life, get laid and graduate college (yes, in that order). One night he follows the sexy but spastic Maisey into a secluded building hoping to have some fun. But instead of getting into Maisey's pants, he only gets himself into a precarious and supernatural situation… with zero hope of getting out, or laid for that matter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Creativity Untamed, LLC
• Release date: Jun 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781072659082

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A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

WELCOME TO MY FIRST publication. Like most first publications it’s not as good as my latest, but it’s a fun little story with characters who may be a bit irritating, yet you’ll enjoy cheering for them. Plus, it’s the one that got me started in the publishing industry and who can complain about that.

I hope you enjoy this short tale of horror.

PARAMORTAL

ATTEMPTING TO SNEAK across a parking lot covered in dead leaves seemed pointless. Each crackling step was so loud I was sure a cop would jump out of the darkness and yell, What are you doing here? Our target was supposedly an animal testing center, but the building in front of us was too small.

Maisey, what is this place? I whispered.

You'll see. It's hard to explain. She said over her shoulder.

Have you done this before?

She stopped and turned, shoving her finger into my face. You're not wimping out on me, are you? We wanted to make a difference, instead of sitting around and talking about it, right? Turning away she bolted ahead, glancing back only once to make sure I followed.

I did enjoy sitting around and talking about it though. Acting like it mattered gave me credit for it, without much effort at all. Last week after an Animal Rights Club meeting she'd approached me, wearing a short denim skirt and heels.

A lot of talk. She'd said and then paused, leaning back against the table I was perched on.

I hear ya. I replied, nodding my head in agreement but no idea what she meant. How about some action instead? I leaned over her to grab my drink, hoping what she wanted was me on top of her.

We ended up making out in my dorm room. Her chap stick smelled like cherries and she was ready to go, at least I thought until she jumped