Writing for Fun
May 2020
DJ Mov - Lynn Gale
They called him DJ Mov. Six foot tall, handsome with an extremely pale complexion, he played a mix of exciting trance like sounds.
Since his arrival at Maxim's nightclub, which had been on the wane it was now the place to be, wall to wall writhing bodies and a long queue outside. Max the owner rubbed his hands in glee.
A welcome distraction from the big police operation to solve the mystery of a recent spate of murders, the bodies found with their blood completely drained.
Darcie’s father forbade her to leave the house this evening.
‘It’s much too dangerous, Darcie, there’s a maniac on the loose.’
Since his wife had died he had struggled to control his rebellious daughter. ‘You see everyone as a murderer,’ she shouted.
‘Until he is caught, I need to know you are safe,’ he argued. She stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut, ignoring her father’s frantic calling.
Darcie swayed to the hypnotic beat never taking her eyes off the enigmatic DJ who seemed to be watching her.
As Mov wound up his set, someone tapped Darcie on the arm, ‘Would you like to meet Mov?’ they enquired.
She slow-danced with him in the now empty nightclub as Mov nuzzled at her neck, an ecstatic Darcie had to pinch herself.
Darcie watched from the ruins of Maxin’s nightclub as she danced with the man who murdered her. A Deja-Vu moment she was forced to relive over and over again.
Her father returned year after year to lay a posy of flowers on the spot where they found Darcie’s body twenty years ago.She reached out as he passed. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered, then vanished with the breeze.
A young man ran towards him across the broken tiled floor.
‘They’ve found him,’ he said excitedly. ‘He’s holed up in the crypt of St Agnes.’
‘At last,’ James Van Helsing exclaimed, ‘Come on, Paul today I will have my revenge for my daughter.’