Encounter @ Devil's Hole

By Luke Kingsley Green

It is a horror novella set in South East Queensland, Australia.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Oct 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543404869

Luke Kingsley Green

Luke Kingsley Green (1977- ) is a poet from Nanango Queensland Australia. He is also a popular singer/songwriter in Australia under his stage name Ziggy Zap and his band Ziggy & The Copycat Killers.

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Encounter @ Devil’s Hole

Luke Kingsley Green

Copyright © 2017 by Luke Kingsley Green.

ISBN:                   Softcover                         978-1-5434-0487-6

            eBook                   978-1-5434-0486-9

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

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Rev. date: 10/25/2017

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Contents

PART I

        A Golden Opportunity

PART II

        The Devil in You

Also by Luke Kingsley Green.

The Pinned series (poetry):

Junk Male

Addictionary

The User’s Manual

Rattle!

For Abby.

If it wasn’t for her unwavering belief in me

this story would never have been told.

PART I

A Golden Opportunity

T he ‘every panel patina’ on the white 1980s ‘Toyota troopy’ 4WD made it appear noticeably out of place in the visitor’s car park. The clean lines of the Brisbane International Airport loomed over its dejected reflection in the floor to ceiling glass panels declaring ‘Welcome to Australia’. A creaking bucket of rust, if the troopy had a voice it certainly would have declared its innings, it was well over retirement age and ready for the long yard. The people carrier had taken far too many people to far too many places and it seemed to be waiting for a tow not a client.

However on the sides of the doors, embedded amongst dried slung red mud were sunburnt, damaged magnet signs emblazoned with bold red graphics ‘OUTBACK ENCOUNTERS’. A company slogan added underneath this in smaller running writing ‘We’ll get you there and back - guaranteed’ appearing as an afterthought and not so much as an iron clad agreement once an eye was cast over the sorry excuse for a vehicle.

Wearily waiting in this weather beaten landcruiser, two Australian men, one white, one black sat in silence puffing away on their rollie cigarettes. They had been sitting in the carpark for a while now.

The man in the passenger seat, the black fella looked at the time on his phone, tutted and asked curtly

Say again, what time did they say their flight was comin’ in?

The other man, the white fella, without so much as a look in the vicinity of his companion coughed, spluttered and gruffly spat out the window in reply.

Bout half five.

The black man looked again at his phone and with a loud sigh confessed his frustrations For fuck sake! he shifted his weight heavily back into the peeling seat a tense silence surrounding them.

It had been a long morning.

Not trusting the troopy to make the distance unscathed, both men had reluctantly gotten up just after midnight and by 1AM begun the two and a half hour journey into Queensland’s state capital. They had allowed themselves plenty of leeway just in case the