The Waiting: Tormented, #3

By Bjorn J. P. Peeters

For some souls there is no rest

When Mira wakes up, she finds herself in a strange and threatening place. Is this a dream? A voice coming from the shadows tells her it's not. Mira has no idea how to get back home. All she can do for now is try and stay ahead of the nightmarish people who live in the house—and desperately want to know her name.

If she can't remember how she got there, will she ever get out?

The Waiting is the third installment in the Bjorn J. P. Peeters Half-hour Dark Fantasy & Horror series Tormented. If you're looking for a dark story in an intriguing but nightmarish place where you don't ever want to find yourself stranded, give 'The Waiting' a try!

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TORMENTED is a Dark Fantasy & Horror series of standalone short stories. In each installment one or sometimes many souls, living or dead, find themselves in a tormenting and twisted situation from which they cannot easily escape, if at all. Sometimes the stories have a (relatively) happy ending where peace or at least acceptance is found. At other times, the end foretells more torment to come. You can read the stories in any order you like. Check out the bundles, too!

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Half-hour Dark Fantasy & Horror stories are the perfect format for a break at work, a boring wait at the dentist's office, your commute, or just whenever you want to relax and have fun.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tales Of Peeters
• Release date: Jul 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201809638

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CONTENTS

Cover (without title)

The Waiting

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

SNEAK PEEK: The Count’s Dinner

Chapter 1

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THE WAITING

Tormented #3

Chapter 1

Her nose prickled with dust and the smell of old, rotten wood.

When she woke up, Mira found herself surrounded by a silence that somehow didn’t seem to be completely quiet. As if someone was just talking and the echo of it still lingered a little bit. Rolling on her side, Mira realized she was lying on a hard wooden floor. Through the window at the other end of the room came in light. Such bright light that Mira thought it might be the sun. It made the dust in the air sparkle a bit, and cast a long strip of light on the floor.

Mira was lying in it.

The light touched her pale arms, shoulders, and neck.

Strangely, the touch of the light was cold on her skin. When Mira became aware of the lack of any warmth in the light she wondered if it actually could be the sun, then. It was much too bright to be moonlight. Yet it had been night when she had crawled into bed.

It was the last thing she remembered doing.

In her mind she reached for the memory, trying to determine what had happened after that. She had kissed her husband on the forehead when she crawled under the sheets. He had already been fast asleep when she came to bed. After kissing him goodnight she had lain down and then their cat had come out of nowhere, scaring her as he landed right next to her head