Haunting Memories

by ZogioAndtheGLEE

Kurt Hummel has spent the last 25 years wishing he was dead. Rory Flanagan is a physiologically challenged Policeman who finds himself on the case of a murdered woman who went missing 30 years ago along with her two children. Can Rory find a way to get through to Kurt before its to late? Rina, Kurtanny, Evanberry, Finar.

1. Prologue

There is a young man, no more than the age of twenty and he is walking, no running, for he wishes to be out of the storm. The lane up to his home is long and winding; after every bend there is another, and another, until he is splashing through the mud and up the garden path to stand in the dark porch out of the rain.

He feels the fire warming through the cottage, the sound of children laughing can be heard over the storm's howling wind. The young man quickly opens the front door to the cottage and hurries in, shutting it behind him. Shutting out the storm. He shrugs off his heavy coat, which is soaking wet, but surprisingly he is bone dry underneath.

He is wearing a smart new suit; it looks almost as if it is freshly ironed. He has just started a new job, and his wife wanted him to look the part.

Now that he has removed his coat his face is visible. A pale face, with a defined jawline and high cheekbones, dark hair, though windswept falls above charcoal coloured eyes. He takes in a deep breath; he can smell the chicken roasting in the kitchen, making his mouth water.

He calls out, saying that he is home. Soon two young girls run to him coming out of the door to his left which is the living room. The two girls, the eldest perhaps being ten years old and the youngest only eight. The man calls out two names; they are Rachel and Quinn. The girls hug him with cries of Daddy! He lifts the girls off the floor and spins them around. Rachel squeals with laughter as Quinn squirms and struggles to get free of the tight grip her father holds her in.

A woman stands in the doorway to the kitchen. A spotless white apron covers a plain blue blouse and grey skirt but the young man does not need to see her face for he already knows the she is the most beautiful woman he has ever met and ever will meet. He lets the girls drop to the floor before taking the two strides which covers the distance between him and his wife, He wraps his arms around her waist and greets her with a kiss as her lips mould into a smile.

A sudden draught sends a chill down the old man's spine and his eyes open only for the vision to fade. A tear runs down his wrinkled cheek and he curses the skeleton house in which he now lives. The house that has taken everything from him.