After a good night’s sleep, I look around this strange little town. It reminds me of Holland for some reason with its windmills and tulips everywhere. However, when I see all the tourists walking about, I know why they are attracted to this place.
At one point in time last night, I dozed off and started to swerve off the road, almost hitting someone walking on my way into town. The pedestrian on closer inspection bared a striking resemblance to “her” with that blazing red hair, and pale skin, from what I could see while passing. Out of sheer luck, I found the little motel just past where I turned off and they had a room open.
When I woke up this morning, I received a mysterious phone call from someone named Jim. It was odd in two ways, for one thing I have not given this phone number out to anyone. Matter of fact, I only picked up this phone last month so I could do my searches portably and then if I had to call anyone, they
Sitting there for a while longer as I ponder what just took place, I find myself doubting everything that I have learned so far. So, as I try to get my mind off it by glancing around the room and watching as everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, I realize that there is something horribly wrong with this picture. When I am not looking directly at someone, they are staring at me with a blank look in their eyes. They aren’t really chatting. They are just making noise while their mouths move. A constant murmur surrounds me, and I realize that it is all just a clever disguise. Shaking my head, I think back to everything that has happened, and the conversation with the man. “Did he say anything out of place?” I whisper so no one else can hear as a tingle rises up my spine. I decide that all the information from everyone lately is not correct, except for my aunt. I believe my aunt, because she had no cause to
Standing in the middle of town, I can’t see why Jesse James and his gang had ever set foot in this place. It has too much flair and too many people for my taste. I had originally thought that Somerset, Kentucky would be a quiet hometown, considering it is just west of the Daniel Boone National Forest and at the edge of Lake Cumberland. Sure, I figured there might be hikers or several tourists, but when I showed up last week, it was practically bursting at the seams with everyone under the sun. I guess that I could have done worse, but when you are looking for some place quiet to hide out for several weeks, you don’t exactly want to draw attention to yourself with people from all around. At least, I am getting closer to “her,” and that group hasn’t caused any more problems. “Mr. Do you mind taking a picture of me and my husband in front of this statue?” A slender woman with an olive complexion and dark brown hair stares at me
Seeing her face every time I close my eyes, I have given up sleeping completely. It has been two weeks now and the sweltering heat is making my temper boil. As I watch a little boy of about 8 years old, cross the street by the courthouse just outside the park, I wait patiently for a man named Jim Davidson to show up. Thing is, as I sit here reading the news on the newspaper’s website, I have noticed something odd about this quiet little place. For a small town like Mount Pleasant, Michigan, there sure are a lot of little children missing from their own backyards. And that is only the tip of the iceberg, because once I started digging, I found out that children have disappeared here for centuries without anyone ever finding them again. So, what is so different about this place? Why would she show up here? And why Jim? According to the Morning Sun Newspaper’s website, he had spoken with “A woman with unnaturally bright
“Honk” “Honk” “Honk” While sitting at the stop sign and waiting for an older woman to cross the road, a vehicle pulls up behind me and honks several times. I glance in the rearview mirror to see a man in his twenties sitting in his car and gesturing at me to move. Sticking my head out the window of the truck, I look back and give him a dirty look when he does it again. Strangely, when I do, I see a flash of red in the back seat of his SUV. Paying even more attention now, I pull my head back in and continue to look in my rearview mirror. The next thing I know, he backs up and then rams me hard. He hits me so hard that it pushes my old beat-up truck right into the curb where the older woman is standing. She moves backwards just in time before my truck lands where she had been previously. Slamming on my brakes, I put my truck in reverse and hit him right where it counts, in his radiator. I watch as
Hearing a noise in the night, I wake up to a screeching sound by my head and then I see it. There is a small rat sitting there eating on something in the dark. I smell the rancid odor as it circulates the room, and it fills my nose before I begin to feel like I am going to puke.I would not say that it was the first time this happened, because that would be a lie. Matter of fact, I am so used to it happening, that I shrug my shoulders and climb out of bed to give it a swift kick before turning on the lamp on the table. It squeals in pain before running off to some hole in the wall. Then as I watch it scurry along, I see something else unpleasant. Not only is there a small chunk of what looks like a child’s leg on the floor covered in blood and maggots, but there is also a note that is handwritten on parchment lying next to it. There is simply no way I am going to pick that up, so instead I use a hanger from the rack to p
“Squeak” “Hiss” Feeling something pressing down on the foot of the bed and then hearing a squeak, then a hiss, I quickly open my eyes to see her standing there. I really can’t tell if I am dreaming or not, so when I sit up and climb out of bed, I am not surprised when she is gone. She simply has vanished into thin air. The only thing left when I look down at the bed is a long strand of her blazing red hair. Picking it up carefully, I take it over to the light and inspect it. At first glance, it seems perfectly normal, but when I bring it closer to my face, I decide that it looks strangely alien or even worse like it is fake. If feels strange too, because it looks smooth, but the outside feels like sandpaper. When I bend it, I am sure it would snap, but instead all it does is stretch and then bounce back as soon as I release the end. Confused by this whole thing, I bring it up to my nose and take a whiff before
After rolling into town last night and getting a good night’s sleep for once, I feel refreshed and ready to take her on if the situation arises. However, it seems lately that has been few and far in between. But now while sitting at the café for about an hour, I look around because I feel a strange sense of déjà vu when I see a little girl waving at me from the corner and smiling. She has cute little piggy tails and dimples that could make anyone smile, but there is something familiar about this whole thing. Like this has happened before not too long ago and I just don’t remember it. Till finally I do. A couple years ago, it seems this very thing happened at a restaurant while I was waiting for someone. Except then the girl in question was really “her” and she ended up creeping me out so badly that when I left it weighed on me heavily. I shake my head because I can’t believe that I had forgotten that so easily. It reall
Waking up this morning with sleep in my eyes, I wipe them clean with the cuff of my sleave and then climb out of bed. Before standing up, I scan the room for any gifts “she” may have left me last night. As I think back to yesterday, I note it was such a strange day, that I had a hard time sleeping all last night. That is really saying something, considering every day for me is stranger than for most. If I stop to really think about it, I might go insane just by all the nightmarish fueled images that run through my head. Some days I just wish that this had never happened. Others, I look forward to the moment when I get to lop off “her” head. While shrugging my shoulders, I murmur under my breath, “Maybe today will be a good day, who knows?” Ignoring the constant dripping of the sink in the little kitchenette, I walk past and into the bathroom before settling down on the toilet. Feeling something strange is about to hap