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
On the way to western Washington State to see a man named Duke, I stop along the side of the road for the night. My eyes start to close before I know it and everywhere I turn, I see her face and that bright red hair on everyone from man to woman. This is just so unsettling that I must finish this very soon. If I don’t, I probably will go insane. That is if I haven’t already.After a few short hours of shut eye, I feel rested enough to continue my journey to Sequim in Washington State. It’s a small town, that is right next to a forest where far too many hikers like to gather. A waterway, where all kinds of people gather to fish, and even a lighthouse that visitors like to stop by on their way.So, when I say this is a small town, it is in many ways. But in the last several years of chasing after “her”, I have seen truer small towns than this one.“Honk”I jump and then look
Driving into Mount Vernon, I remember from high school when I learned that this is the home to George Washington’s estate. It is a beautiful town with a down home feel. Yet, there is something off about it.Everywhere I look, I notice that the people are all taking their time, walking along slowly. No one seems to be in a hurry to go anywhere and the strangest thing of all, is that they all look like they stepped right out of a 1930’s movie. It makes me wonder if there is something else going on here besides an appearance of “her” two days ago.I had been contacted by the leader of Luminous at the same time as she had last struck. Is this coincidence or are they trying to throw me off her scent? Why would they want her to keep going?It has been 5 years since I started this whole thing and yet I don’t seem to be any closer to stopping her than I was when I first started. Shaking