All Chapters of Hunting for Midnight: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

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Chapter Eleven

Groaning, I clamp my half-closed eyes tightly shut due to the throbbing in my head made worse by the repetitive scratchy hoot of a nearby owl. Curling myself into a tight ball lying on my side, I shiver so hard that my teeth chatter uncontrollably. Gradually, creaking my eyes open one at a time, I gasp, slowly remembering through a fog of disorientation where I am. Lying in the fetal position on the muddy ground, somewhere in the woods of Acadia National Park.The light of day was almost gone, I noticed as well, nearly sending me into a panic. Moving my limbs around, I became acutely aware that I'd sustained multiple injuries from tumbling down the steep hillside. Nothing feels broken or severely damaged though. Trailing my fingers along the side of my head that bounced off the boulder, I winced, feeling a sickly matted section of partially dried blood mixed with hair over a sizable knot on my skull. That can't be good.Easing myself up into a sitting position, I glanced around at my

Chapter Twelve

Hunting for Midnight/C. C. Wood

Hastily making my way around the aging stone brick and wooden beamed structure, I noticed all the glass-paned windows were still intact. Which is at complete odds with the obvious unmaintained state of the aging mansion. From the windows I've seen so far, not one has appeared to have a crack or any noticeable damage. On the other hand, over half of the window shutters I've seen so far have either fallen off and are lying in a broken heap on the ground or are hanging on for dear life by a single rusty hinge.Rounding the rear corner at the backside of the mansion, I stopped, seeing a brief reflection of my headlamp out of the corner of my eye near the ground at the foundation of the mansion. Pivoting to my right, both of my knees pop, stiff from the chilly temperature as I crouched down in search of whatever bounced the light of my headlamp off of it. Yes! There's a rectangular window big enough for me to climb through leading to a lower level or basement that's partially covered by we

Chapter Thirteen

Hunting for Midnight/C. C. Wood

Assessing the contents of my mud-soaked backpack spread out on the wool oriental rug of the seating area all around me, I let out a heavy sigh. It's not as bad as I thought, but not as good as I hoped, either.The extra hoodie I packed is sopping wet. As are the tent, inflatable sleeping pad and pillow, camera and recording gear, and pretty much everything else that was packed in the top half of the bag. My sleeping bag is thankfully dry and currently the only thing partially covering my nakedness.All of my grimy, wet clothing is draped on whatever I could find nearby to dry overnight. The weatherproof two-in-one small lantern and bug zapper are on the fancy leather top table, decently illuminating the surrounding space.Sitting with my legs crossed on the floor, I released a shaky breath, bringing a pair of metal tweezers to my upper arm towards the jagged gash across my skin. Once fully undressed, I inspected myself from head to toe to the best of my ability. My body is covered wit

Chapter Fourteen

Hunting for Midnight/C. C. Wood

Two years ago, dreaming of mine and Randy's first night together in our apartment.The sensation of warm, masculine fingers gently caressing up and down the length of my back gradually wakes me from my near dead state of slumber. Sighing softly, I adjust, pressing my naked body closer to Randy’s than it already is and nuzzling my head under his chin. Sliding his hand sensually down my bottom, my skin prickles with goosebumps in anticipation as his fingers graze between the curves of my cheeks.We both lay on our sides facing each other in bed. It's our very first night together in the apartment. Since seven am today, we have spent the entire day moving our belongings into the apartment. A couple of our friends, Kyra and Nick, spent the majority of the day helping us move, drinking a few beers as we worked, and ending the day with all of us gorging on pizza.The bed was the last piece of furniture we assembled. After taking a quick shower, both of us being completely wiped out, we hast

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