DAY 26 of 27: Garrett Quinn
1. JG Faherty presents “The H Train”
2. Edward M. Erdelac presents “Hear The Eagle Scream”
3. Rebecca J. Allred presents “Mother’s Mouth, Full of Dirt”
4. Jay Caselberg presents “The Ride”
5. John M. Floyd presents “The Red-Eye to Boston”
6. Tom Johnstone presents “Oldstone Gardens”
7. Bentley Little presents “The Plumber”
8. Darren O. Godfrey presents “D.U.I.”
9. Carole Johnstone presents “Better You Believe”
10. David Tallerman presents “Casualty of Peace”
11. Kathryn E. McGee presents “The Creek Keepers’ Lodge”
12. Jeffrey Ford presents “Five Pointed Spell”
13. Sean Eads presents “Predestination’s a Bitch”
14. Dean H. Wild presents “The Gaff”
15. Stephanie Bedwell-Grime presents “The Night Truck”
16. C. Michael Cook presents “The Night Crier”
17. Josh Rountree presents “Snowfather”
18. Jayani C. Senanayake presents “Kalu Kumaraya (My Dark Prince)”
19. Marc E. Fitch presents “The Starry Crown”
20. Connor de Bruler presents “Il Mostro”
21. Raymond Little presents “Elsa and I”
22. Lucas Pederson presents “We Were Monsters”
23. Ahna Wayne Aposhian presents “Old Hag”
24. Vitor Abdala presents “Instant Messaging”
25. Jackson Kuhl presents “Cartagena Hotel”
26. Garrett Quinn presents “I’ve Finally Found You”
For a long minute, there was nothing. Then, as if in slow motion, he watched the doorknob twist, jangle, the door bulge in and out. He could hear the deadbolt, the one his father had installed, clacking against the wood. Only the first line of defense, he’d said, smiling. His father’s lips had been tight, his eyes focused, like when he told him about the accident, like he was scared of losing Con, too.
Con tried to swallow, but his throat was dry. He glanced back out his window toward Frankie’s apartment—still black—and thought of the stories he’d seen on the news: Girl, aged fourteen, never returned home from school, or Boy, twelve, taken from bedroom at night. He clenched his fists and tiptoed through the dark living room. The peephole on the door flashed. His stomach turned, and he wanted nothing more than for his father to be sitting at the kitchen table, toying with an old doorknob and a lock pick.
He placed his palms against the door as if feeling for something on the other side and whispered, “Hello?”
He leaned up, peered through the hole, saw nothing but the brown carpet, the wallpaper, peeling like dead skin—everything warped and flattened in the fish-eye glass. But he waited, because he sensed someone there, someone who’d been looking back through.
— I’ve Finally Found You by Garrett Quinn
ABOUT: Garrett Quinn
Garrett Quinn lives in North Carolina. “I’ve Finally Found You” is his first published horror story.
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