Chapter 7 – A Warning

Kathryn McGuire was nervous. She had moved to Willow Creek a couple of days ago to be closer to work. It was the first time she had ever lived on her own. She had grown up in the family home in Oasis Springs, where her siblings and parents were always livening things up. When she was at college, she had two roommates. Moving here was opening up a whole new world for her.

However, the one thing she was grateful for was her boyfriend. They had met at college, and had been inseparable ever since. Kathryn hoped that now she had moved closer to him, he would finally propose. Unfortunately, he hadn’t made a move yet.

Kathryn went inside, grabbed a book, and sat down on the loveseat to read. The one thing she had managed to do since moving to town was locate the library. Many of her things she had put in storage because her new house wasn’t big enough. Ever since she was a child, she had been a voracious reader. Before she had moved away, her mother gently reminded her that she needed to get out and see the world, not keep her nose stuck in a book.

Remembering her mother’s words, Kathryn sighed, stood up and put the book back on the shelf. Her phone rang just as she did so, and looking at the name on the screen, her face lit up. “Hi, handsome. How’s it going?”

“Are you getting all settled in?” Ryder Murdock asked.

“Pretty much,” she replied. “Disposed of the last of the moving boxes today. I’m sure the garbage men are tired of coming here and seeing piles sitting out there, waiting for them to pick them up.”

Ryder laughed. “They’ll get it over it.”

“Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” she said hopefully.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I wish I could,” he said regretfully. “My boss has called us all in for a last minute meeting. I’m not sure when it’s going to be over.”

“Oh, I see,” she replied, although she really didn’t. Since she had moved to Willow Creek, she had seen him twice. His excuse was always work. But she couldn’t help but wonder if there was another woman involved. God help him if there was. He’d get a taste of her Scottish temper.

“There is one thing I want you to do for me,” he said. “Don’t go out at night until I give you the all-clear.”

“Why?”

Ryder hesitated a moment before answering. “I wish I could tell you,” he said. “But it’s all hush-hush at the moment. My boss would kill me if I said anything, even to you. But I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t important. You’ll just have to trust me on this.”

“I trust you,” she said, crossing her fingers as she said it.

“I’ve got to go; everyone is headed into the conference room. If I haven’t told you lately, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Hanging up, she sighed. Another night at home alone. She turned and sat down in front of her computer. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular; mostly information on neighboring towns. One caught her attention: Forgotten Hollow. Sounded rather morose. She clicked on the name and a gloomy looking mansion appeared on the home screen. Kathryn looked closer at the picture…was that a cemetery next to the mansion? Good Lord, who would want to live next to a cemetery?!

A box popped up in the middle of the screen: Vampire Secrets. Vampires? Seriously? Ridiculous. There were no such things as vampires. This was obviously set up to amuse people and get them to visit the town. She put her hand on the mouse, intending to close the box.

Yet, Kathryn’s curiosity got the better of her, and instead of closing the box, she clicked on “enter”.

In Forgotten Hollow, Vlad smiled. Fresh meat.

Published by Author Teresa Watson

I have always loved to read, and carry a book with me wherever I go. I’ve written for several online sites, doing book reviews and author interviews. After graduating in 2000 from West Texas A&M with a Bachelor’s degree, I was a teacher for a while before deciding my destiny was to write, not to mold young minds. Writing for me is like taking an exciting journey, or going on a welty, as my parents say. I don’t know where my stories are going to take me. I just hang on and enjoy the ride.

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