When John finds a rolled up cloth squirreled away under a loose board in his attic, he thinks that it will help him to get a date with Beth, the woman of his dreams. However, it leads him into a nightmare with a man who knows Beth. John didn't know that he could be very cold-blooded.
I have been a writer all of my life, but finally decided to lose my mind and do something about it at 46 years old. I am currently hard at work on a contemporary suspense/mystery novel entitled "Marble Summer Riot"
I have a degree in psychology. It qualifies me for nothing, but pretending that I know why you are acting the way you are.
While this was an interesting idea, it was not fleshed out nearly enough. The prose was rushed, and the characters were not developed at all. There were hints of deeper things that could have been explored, and weren't. The ending was supposed to give you a chill, and all it did was come off a little trite. I think with practice and some constructive criticism and editing, this author could write stories that would be more provocative.