Ethan Campbell - Thriller

They say the old Morgan house burnt on a night when the moon hung like a bloodied coin in the grey, suffocating sky. It was a structure of rotting timber and weeping stone, clinging to the edge of the hill like an unwanted memory. On that dreadful evening, with the autumn air thick with the stench of pitch and dry rot, the righteous folk of the valley gathered to watch the culmination of their own malice. They remembered the mockery of his trial. They recalled the crooked magistrate, the