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THE MIDNIGHT HOUR

NEIL DAVIES

 

 

KINDLE EDITION

- 2012 -

 

Published by Screaming Dreams

113-116 Bute Street, Cardiff Bay, CF10 5EQ

www.screamingdreams.com

 

This collection of short stories Copyright © 2007 by Neil Davies

 

Neil Davies asserts the moral rights to be identified as the author of this work.

 

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

 

Cover illustration Copyright © Steve Upham 2007

 

No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form without prior written permission from the publisher.

 

TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

INTRODUCTION

THE MIDNIGHT HOUR

ARGUMENT

RIBBONS OF BLOOD

THE SHADOW

WHEN THE FIRES DIE

PHOTOGRAPHS

THE PERFECT MARRIAGE

ROAD RAGE

VIRGIN FLESH

DEATH BY POPCORN

FROZEN FOOD

AWAY WITH THE FAIRIES

BONDING

THE EXTREME MAKEOVER OF HELEN WATSON

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

 

INTRODUCTION

 

 

Welcome to
The Midnight Hour
, my first collection of short stories in book form. Nine of these tales have been published previously, either online or in print, and five are being featured here for the first time.

What follows is a brief background to each story (some have more details than others) for those of you who like an insight into how these things come about. You will see that several have their genesis in real-life incidents or situations while others come purely from the imagination, often from the peculiarly vivid dreams and extraordinary imagination of my long time collaborator and inspiration, my wife, Cathy.

The title story,
The Midnight Hour,
is unique in this book in that it is the only story written for a specific audience, in this case the 2004 Midnight Hour Halloween competition from the online writing site,
oncewritten.com
. At that time I hadn’t been doing much writing, and hadn’t sent anything off to an editor or publisher for several years, having all but convinced myself that I would never be published. But, for whatever reason, this competition sparked my imagination. The story was written over several days, sent off, and then forgotten about. No one could have been more surprised than me when I received the email telling me I had won the grand prize of $500! It was the first time anyone outside my family and friends had shown an interest in my writing, and the fact that they thought it good enough to hand over money was a revelation! That one act of belief, and the kind words that followed from the site’s owner, Monica Poling, inspired me to once more make the effort to achieve what I had always wanted – to be a writer.

Recently, this story, with an alternative ending, has been accepted as a reprint by the US magazine
Trails Of Indiscretion
.

The idea for
Argument
was planted in my mind several years previous to my first writing success. Driving home from work one winter’s night, I happened to find myself behind the same model, colour and year car as mine (a white Renault 5 at that time). I found the similarities uncanny and the thoughts spread out from there. I actually wrote the first draft on my work computer the next day (that company no longer trades so it’s safe for me to reveal this now!) and then took it home on a disk. After the success of
The Midnight Hour
, it was one of the stories I dragged back into the light and rewrote.

Ribbons Of Blood
was Cathy’s idea. I had been explaining to her how I wanted to do a vampire story, but with a difference. After some thought, she described the opening scene to me, the ribbon creatures floating in over the town, and the rest grew from there.

The Shadow
also grew from an idea of Cathy’s, possibly because she works in the eye department at our local hospital. We discussed it further and the basic storyline for
The Shadow
was created. So, as with several of the stories in this book, although I wrote it, the storyline is very much a joint effort between Cathy and myself.

When The Fires Die
is the oldest idea in this book. Although the version printed here was written in 2005, the original version was written back when I was in school and was printed in the school magazine (
The Anselmian
). It was my first ‘published’ piece, and also my first (and so far
only
) brush with censorship. I still remember getting my copy and excitedly turning the pages to find my story, only to discover that whole passages had been removed without my knowledge. Basically, all references to ‘virgins’ had gone, and that ruined one of the main ‘jokes’ of the story (well, I was only a teenager at the time!). I was angry as I felt my work had been emasculated without concern for the underlying meaning of the tale. An overreaction I’ll admit, but I was young. I never submitted anything else to the school magazine and have liked to blame the experience for preventing me sending anything anywhere for many years afterwards (although I think I was just looking for a scapegoat for my lack of self confidence). When I started to get pieces published in 2004/2005 I dug this story out, or at least the idea, rewrote it from scratch and got it published, this time without censorship! It’s unusual for me in that it’s not set in the ‘real world’, but I’ve always had a soft spot for this story and, personally, I think the editors of the school magazine were wrong all those years ago. After all, are there any teenage boys out there who
don’t
know what a virgin is? They might not have met many of them but…

Photographs
came, once again, from the imagination of my wife. Cathy wanted me to write something closer to a ghost story, rather than a horror or a thriller, and this idea was her suggestion. As is our common way of working, she gave me the idea, we discussed several possible plot points, and I ran with it from there.

The Perfect Marriage
was not inspired by my own marriage, honestly! I liked the black humour possibilities in the inept struggles of a man trying to kill his wife (and that probably goes right back to an old Jack Lemmon movie, whose exact title escapes me, that had a similar premise). This one was kept short and fun.

Road Rage
is the most recent story in the collection, finished a week or so before the offer from Screaming Dreams came in the email. This is one of those cases when the title came first. Driving home from work one day I just decided I wanted to write a story called
Road Rage
(the reasons are probably fairly obvious to any driver) but, of course, not road rage as most of us know it. The rest developed over several hour-long drives to and from work over the next few days. Well… you’ve got to do something with all that time, right?

Virgin Flesh
is written in a style heavily influenced by the work of R Chetwynd-Hayes (The Monster Club). It is the only story in this book that sets out from the start to be a broad comedy, although a certain black humour does permeate other tales.

Death By Popcorn
was written as a twist on the ‘damsel in distress’ genre, and also because I’ve always thought a darkened cinema, after the patrons have left, is a very creepy place. The title came afterwards. I liked the twist on ‘death by chocolate.’

Frozen Food
is yet another idea from Cathy, although her original story was quite different from the one presented here. What I took from that original was the freezer – I just loved the image.

It’s strange sometimes how just one small, fleeting incident can spark off a stream of thoughts and ideas that end up as a story.
Away With The Fairies
began with just such an incident. I was on my way, one evening, to pick Cathy up from her mother’s in Wales (quite a few of my ideas seem to come while driving) when I thought, for one moment, that I saw something small moving at the roadside. As I got closer it turned out to be nothing but a small bush… but what if it
had
been a creature of some kind? What if that creature had suddenly run out into the road in front of the car? And so it began…

The inspiration for
Bonding
came from a real-life situation at an office where I was doing some freelance computer work. Two of the girls in the sales office were not getting along and management decided to finance a ‘bonding’ session for them. Everything else in the story is my imagination, but you never know… I didn’t hear how the
real
session went!

In
The Extreme Makeover Of Helen Watson
I set out to write a slightly more traditional vampire story, although with a modern twist. Undoubtedly part of the inspiration (and the title) came from the many plastic surgery programmes we were watching on television at the time. After all, what makeover could be more extreme than the conversion from human to vampire? And why should it always be seen as a bad thing? The story itself was written while on holiday in the Lake District (thank god for laptops!)

Finally, before you get to the stories themselves (presuming, that is, that you’ve bothered to read the introduction this far) I’d like to mention a few people who have been instrumental in whatever success I’ve had: Cathy (my wife) for her ideas and inspiration; Monica Poling of
oncewritten.com
for giving my self confidence the boost it needed to start sending stories out; Tony Longworth, friend and musician, who has been a long-time supporter of my writing; Steve Gerlach, writer of the excellent
Lake Mountain
, among others, for taking the time to email me and read my novel and for giving me such an excellent quote to use on my website; Richard Laymon, Douglas Clegg and Frank Herbert, none of whom I have ever met but whose books inspire me to write every time I read and re-read them; my children, Jonathan and Rhianne, for occasionally giving me the
time
to write (!); and last, but certainly not least, Steve Upham of
Screaming Dreams
, both for publishing me in his excellent free pdf magazine
Estronomicon
and for giving me the opportunity to be the first publication in his new venture.

I hope you enjoy reading these 14 tales.

 

Neil Davies

November 2006

 

THE MIDNIGHT HOUR

 

 

00:00am. Midnight.

 

The first shuffling of feet in the hallway outside.

Right on time, as always.

Clare raised a hand to her forehead, felt the damp heat of her skin and ran shaky fingers back over her black hair, severely pulled back and tied with an old elastic band. It felt greasy. How long had it been since there had been enough hot water for a decent shower? Every morning she bathed as best she could in the freezing water that spurted erratically from the taps in the bathroom, but still she felt dirty, sweaty,
gritty
.

From the other side of her hotel room door more shuffling, the first hesitant mumbling of voices.

Clare looked at the bedside clock. 00:01am. Their confidence seemed to be growing quicker these nights.

She swung her feet to the floor and sat up on the edge of the bare mattress. Her t-shirt clung to patches of sweat on her body as she clasped her hands on her lap, fingers pressing tight against each other to try and stop the trembling. It seemed a little easier each night, as if her fear took longer to grow, longer to dominate her every thought. Just as their confidence came to them with ever increasing speed, so her fear became more sedate in its insidious crawl through her body. Strange. She had always thought it would be the other way round.

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