The Frontier IV – The Twist
Jackey woke in a cold and lonely room. There was no light, save for a tiny breach below the door which was maybe four feet away from her. She tried to stand but couldn’t, her hands were tied above her head to separate ends of a thin steel pole. And her legs were wrapped in make shift rope. Clothes were bundled up in front of her – she assumed that it was removed from the pole above her to make space for her to be bound. She caught on quickly to just what was happening. She pieced together her memories – tiny parts of what happened earlier appeared in her mind’s eye. “Holy fucking shit” She remembered what she could only describe as a ghost attacking her and miss Smith. “Why would a ghost lock …