The Umbrella

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.

It was a Friday when the storm came. It battered the old school building, shaking the walls and tearing at the roof like a starved beast. Inside, rain streamed from cracks in the ceiling onto open exercise books and abandoned desks.