A quick one before bed.

Okay guys, sorry it's been so long since my last post. I wish I could say I've been busy, but quite frankly, I've not been busy enough to warrant my lack of posting, I've just been forgetting about the blog. A travesty, I know! Now, I know I promised more Manmade Man, but I had an idea playing around my mind that I wanted to try, so I had to get that written down before it left me and what you're about to read is the result. It's only an intro so far, but it does tie in with a previous blog entry. Remember my second ever blog? The one with a guy called Jared hunting a paranormal beastie? Well, I decided to do a prequel, an origins story if you will, and this is what I have so far:

Chris Longley posted a status on his Face Space page three weeks ago saying how he felt his life was pointless.

Three people ‘liked’ it. Nobody left a comment.

Two weeks and five days ago, Chris Longley took his own life by overdosing on his grandfather’s heart medication.

Subsequently, Chris’s grandfather died two weeks and three days ago due to a shortage in his prescription.

Exactly two weeks ago, Chris’s best friend Greg was hit by a car and died in emergency room; witnesses claim that Greg’s body convulsed and jerked moments before moving into the road, as if pushed by some unseen force.

Within the near three weeks since Chris Longley’s death and excluding the death of his grandfather, there have been reports of four deaths of people associated with Chris, beginning with Greg and all with reports of unusual circumstances.

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Jared knew Chris. He wouldn’t say they were close, not by any stretch of the imagination, but with all of the rumours spreading around their college about how people with even the slightest of associations were being targeted – this being after the last death, a one Collette Martin who sat next to Chris in a Physics module – Jared had every right to have at least a slight interest in the situation, if not genuine concern if not for the fact that he wasn’t usually the concerned type, at least not usually for his own wellbeing. He was an others first sort of guy, and one plagued with an overactive sense of curiosity. This combined with the lure of a real life and local ghost story that he was potentially a part of was all the work on the hook that Jared needed.

Now, that's all you're getting, but expect another post tomorrow, because myself and my fellow writing chum Felix have set ourselves a challenge. She wants to write more, so I gave her three words with which she must form at least the opening to a short story and to make it fair, she did the same for me. My words are: Disaster, competition & yellow, so if you want to see what I can do with them, well you'll just have to come back tomorrow won't you?

God bless and goodnight,

Craiggy.