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    Ossuary
    Ossuary
    Ossuary
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    Ossuary

    By Alwyne Ashweth

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    After a gruesome discovery is made in a suburban garden, Moses Knopff (Gnostic Technician) is invited to join the police investigation.

    Known for his knowledge of all things strange and arcane, he is soon on he hunt for the serial-killer known as the Bone-man. But who is hunting who?

    What will pragmatic police detective Jane Jarvis make of her new advisor?
    And how will she react to been drawn into a world of insane beliefs and ritualistic murder.

    Join Dr. Moses Knopff in his latest investigation.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlwyne Ashweth
    Release dateNov 19, 2011
    ISBN9781465722072
    Ossuary
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    Alwyne Ashweth

    Alwyne Ashweth is a writer of dark tales and horror stories. He is 40 years old, and lives in London, England, the most mysterious city in the world. He is a keeper of the Strange Circle.

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      Ossuary - Alwyne Ashweth

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      ONE

      The bones would have remained unfound, if it wasn't for Billy Deakin and his younger brother Paul. Being boys of a certain age, they spent that sunny Saturday afternoon rolling about their neighbourhood, dribbling Billy's new football between them. They had just entered Draper's Lane when Paul, trying to show off to the brother he idolised, kicked the ball extra hard. It bounced off the roof of a parked car and then took a rogue path into the garden of number 48.

      You little fucker! Billy shouted, laughing at the same time. He knew there was sport to be had in making his brother go into the garden to get the ball back. He looked slyly at Paul. Well, you kicked it, so go get it.

      Paul Deakin looked nervously at his brother for just a moment before deciding to do exactly what he was told. He'd been responsible for the ball's loss, after all. He also knew that if he refused, a tirade of taunts and name calling would surely begin.

      A tall, leafy privet fence blocked their way into the garden. Paul wandered over, trying to look innocent, and ran one hand along the leaves as he walked its length. Just before the end of the hedge, he came to a slatted wooden gate set into its greenery. Gingerly, he thumbed the gate's catch, but it would not budge.

      It's locked, Paul said as Billy approached him from behind.

      Well, duh! Look, you can fit through there. Billy was pointing to a small gap between the gate-post and where the hedge-wall began. Paul looked at it dubiously, then up at the face of his brother. Billy's look of growing distain was enough to get him going.

      His head and shoulders fit through the gap easily, and with only one small panicky moment when his belt buckle caught on a nail in the wood of the post, he popped out of the other side and in to the garden of number 48.

      See if you can open the gate from your side, Pauly. His brother’s voice seemed more distant than it should, muffled by the old, scratched wood. There was a single iron bolt holding the door of the gate in position, and Paul slid it open. His brother pushed through, then closed the gate behind him.

      Good job! This praise from Billy sent a wave of pride though Paul, and he smiled. Now, if he could find the ball, his brother would think even better of him. He turned towards the garden.

      The obviously untended garden seemed overly large, and the knee-high grass of the vast overgrown lawn rippled in the breeze. If the ball had fallen into this, which seemed most likely, it would be impossible for them to spot it at a distance. The house, a tall Victorian affair made of dark brown brick, loomed over the small boy as he began to walk towards the centre of the lawn. His eyes were mostly scanning the ground in front of him for a sign of the lost ball, but every now and again he found himself glancing up towards the black windows of the house. Each time, he fought back the feeling he was being watched, and returned to his search.

      Billy, on the other hand, stood where Paul had left him, just inside the gate. There was a rough path leading from the road to a gothic looking porch, its flagstones almost lost to the encroaching vegetation. Billy scanned the face of the house for any signs of life. He was old enough to realise that they had just broken into someone’s garden, but he would have never suggested committing such a crime to his brother had the place not looked so neglected. He supposed there were people who could live in such a run-down place. If there was anyone inside the house, they would be well within their rights to call the police.

      There was a large bay-window on the ground floor, but it was boarded up with plywood. Above it the windows were intact, but coated with grime. Here and there he glimpsed the remnants of tattered and discoloured curtains inside the house, adding to the feeling of abandonment. Even so, he felt the same prickle of unease as his brother had.

      You found it yet, Pauly?

      He had meant to shout it out, but his voice came out sounding thin and nervous. Paul would have answered had he not just seen the rounded shape of the football in the long grass ahead of him. He reached down, grasping the ball with both hands, raising it triumphantly and turning towards his older brother, arms outstretched.

      For an instant, he really did see the football in his

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