Over to Dylan for his challenge this week
They had been his neighbours then. Twenty years ago, and they hadn’t changed.
He’d had his suspicions, but no-one listened or believed him. They all thought the shock of losing his family had turned his head.
Joe and Simon Darke they had called themselves. Two brothers new to the neighbourhood, renting the house next door.
Darke by name, dark by nature, creatures of the dark hours. They gave him the creeps with their cowled cloaks, silent shoes and piercing dark eyes. They only went out at night, always together, never alone.
His daughter fell for Joe, the younger of the two. Jade, his beautiful daughter, the apple of his eye, pulled into a relationship she could not, would not, explain. Her once happy smile disappeared and she became a sullen shadow of herself as Joe’s hold stole her from him.
Darlene, his wife, tried to intervene, but fell foul of Simon. She threatened to report them to the authorities, get their lease revoked. He laughed in her face.
Two days later she was dead, Jade was missing and the two brothers had vanished without a trace.
Now they were back. And on his watch.
Taylor rewound the tape.
He watched it again, and again.
He would find them before they tore other families apart with their cult following.