Coffin Hop #6

So far, all the stories, pictures, posts and contests in this years Coffin Hop have been fantastic. I am having fun and really am glad I decided to be a part of it. If you haven’t visited the other blogs, you should. It is worth your while.

Don’t forget to comment on the pieces of the Feeding serial that I am posting. For each story you post on, you get an entry into the drawing for an e-book ARC of my first novel, Double Occupancy. I hope you enjoy it more than the agents I have been querying. So far nobody has taken the leap to represent it.

If you are one of those agents, I will give you a copy if you ask for it. No contest for you. 🙂

Until tomorrow

L. E. White


Todd sighed, curling his lip into a snarl as he looked at his watch. It had only been two minutes since the last time he had looked. “This sucks,” he said as he looked around the kitchen again. “This suck more than that nasty queen at the library.”

He stood up and stretched, trying to pop his back. It didn’t happen, but he had just managed to do it a few minutes ago. So he started rocking back and forth on his heels, almost dancing, almost moving.

This was going to be a long night.

“Why the hell did I think this would be a good idea,” he said. The whole point had been to go out with Kyle. This was just standing in an old house alone.

He reached into his pocket and felt the sharp edges of the condom wrapper he had brought with him. When Todd thought of a ghost hunt, he thought of walking around in the dark, grabbing the hand of the person you were with when things got scary. He thought of the haunted hay rides and haunted houses he had visited in high school. That was what he had wanted to do.

That was not how his night was going.

He turned in a slow circle, wobbling as he moved, and wondered how Kyle was faring in the attic.

“I bet he’s alone,” Todd said as he looked around the kitchen again. “I bet Kyle would appreciate some company.” He smiled, felt the edges of the wrapper in his pocket again, and then headed for the stairs.

Kyle was going up the stairs, a spring in his step, when he heard a loud squeak. He stopped, resting his hand on the banister and crouched down. He looked through the spindles that surrounded the landing and the stairs to see who else was sneaking about.

Connor walked down the hall towards the bedroom he had chosen to set up the equipment in. Todd looked at him, and swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as he watched the organizer float down the hallway. His stomach was bloated so that he looked like a pregnant woman and the tips of his toes drug the ground. Connor was glowing. His veins were lit up like dying neon bulbs, winding their way under his skin like some kind of glow in the dark map. His eyes pulsed with the sickening light, and Todd guessed the flashing was in time with the beating of Connor’s heart.

Connor stopped in front of his door and put a hand on the knob. He stood there for a second before smiling and saying, “I know you’re there.”

Todd gasped, but didn’t move. He was still a couple of steps from the top, so he wasn’t sure that Connor had seen him. Maybe the fat guy in the next bedroom had peaked out from his room.

Connor lifted back into the air and glided to the head of the stairs.

Todd could feel his hand shaking on the banister. The way the edges of the wood rubbed his palm reminded him of scratching at a bug bite. His other hand was out to the side, and even though he wasn’t touching anything, he could feel his watch wiggling on his wrist.

“I see you.”

Todd looked up at Connor, who was now at the head of the stairs. He was still floating, toes resting on the carpet. He was surrounded by some kind of power that made the air look like hot air rolling out of an open car door on a winter morning.

“I told you to stay in the kitchen, Todd.”

Todd’s breath began to catch in his nose, wheezing and sputtering as he tried to breath. He stared at Connor’s face, unable to break away, and watched as the muscles underneath shifted and rolled like a cat under a blanket.

“Go back to the kitchen Todd,” Conner said. He bent at the waste, lowering his shoulders so that he was almost eye to eye with Todd.

Todd began to raise up. He slid one foot back and down, reaching for the next step in slow motion.


The sudden yell made Todd jump. The toe of his shoe brushed the step enough to make him think he could put his weight backward, but he had missed most of the step. Todd’s back straightened and he swung his arms in cartoon like circles as he overbalanced. He watched the world spin in front of his eyes like time lapse photography until he his shoulders hit the stairs. Time sped back up when his head snapped backward and hit another stair.

Todd got to watch his feet sail over his head before his body pulled his head away from the step. That was when Todd’s world went dark.


Connor cringed with each of the four crashing booms that Todd’s body made as he rolled down the stairs. He had to hope that the last two people hadn’t heard it. He wasn’t finished eating and he didn’t have enough to make it through the winter yet. If they ran, he would be stuck.

So he stood still, waiting for a sound from the door or the down stairs study. He counted off the seconds in two full minutes, without hearing a voice or a door, before he began making his way down the stairs.

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  1. afstewart
    October 29, 2014 at 2:06 PM

    Another great segment. Looking forward to more.

  2. October 29, 2014 at 3:04 PM

    Ooooooh evil evil Connor. 🙂 What a trip.

  3. bn100
    October 29, 2014 at 9:26 PM

    Interesting excerpt

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

  4. October 30, 2014 at 9:09 PM

    Great installment Leonard!

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