Overnight

They had been hearing sounds outside the caravan for over an hour: whispers; muffled footsteps; a snort; metallic scraping; and now the door handle was moving. “Why the hell did I let you talk me into stopping here,” she hissed, “I told you that Free Overnight Parking sign looked dodgy.”

Confined

He shook free from the clutches of a hellish dream – suffocation, confined in the darkness of a slime-soaked tunnel. Reality was worse – the silken walls of a coffin and six feet of moist, stony soil.

Valentine

Frantic knocking at 2:45am is never a good sign, thought Albert as he glanced at his bedside clock. He hustled downstairs and opened the door to a very unexpected Valentine and the last thing he saw – a young boy armed with a bow.

Cupid

He was struggling to think of how he could make Valentine’s Day as special as his birthday. Perhaps he could dress as cupid and pay a late night visit to some random house, armed with the very real archery set he had received from his estranged father.