The Man in Black: A Ghost Story Page 4

  Once he’d dried off properly I attached his new identity. It fit perfect. I petted him until he’d had enough, then got myself out of my wet underwear and into some thick clothes, ready for bed.

  I looked over at the dog, his nose in the food, his wounds clean and his coat fluffy. His new name suited him; it jangled beneath the stove light.

  The smell of bacon fat floated down the stairs, and somewhere behind me the Man in black watched, and that was alright. I smiled properly for the first time in a long time.

  Red was home, and so was I.

  The Author

  JORDAN MASON

  Born in Durham, England, Jordan has always been drawn to the supernatural, paranormal, and often darker sides of life.

  He resides in his hometown with his soulmate, Bethany, and canine companion, Buster.

  Jordan supports the Ethical Author Program Facilitated by the Alliance of Independent Authors.

  Find out more at thejordanmason.com