The Umbrella

A ruddy nose emerged in the gap between the curtains. Above, two beady eyes glared at the children who dared to play outside. Then there was a flash. Startled, the children looked towards the window, but it was empty. This would prove to be an unusual day for Andrew Shaw.

The team made a hasty camp as thick, grey clouds advanced over the mountains. And then the murders began. Matthew was first to find the body, splayed awkwardly among its own entrails. Blood crept out of the tent and fled back down towards the valley.