Knocking on Hell's Open Door
Knocking on Hell’s Open Door By Rhys Causon The wind rushed through the grass on the moor as rain flew towards the ground. The Land Rover skidded down the slick winding country lane as Mick Irwin struggled to keep his eyes open after a long day. “Wow… settle down Jessie,” he murmured to himself as the wheels clipped the grassy verge. “Easy now.” He pat the steering wheel in a sleepy manner, “How’s our little friend doing back there?” Mick glanced in the rear view mirror and looked at his assigned partner for this task, Arthax Jenkins; self appointed ‘Pest Control For All Things Paranormal’ and this was clearly not his first run in with pesky pixies or troublesome trolls. “He’s fine, mate. At least I think it’s a he, could be wrong.” Arthax replied, “Just try and focus on the road. Because I’m not going to run around the bloody countryside chasing after a rogue fairy again if you lose control and crash.” Beside him, sat a ...