He took another sip. Damn girl. Had to get in
his mind like that. When the bartender asked him if he wanted
another drink, he asked for three and slapped down another bill.
Half- naked women danced on the stage on the other side of the
room, while a band was setting up in the corner. His head pounded
and a dancer slipped beside him. She draped her arm around him
and muttered something in his ear. He supposed it was something
sexy, something arousing, and something that his entire body
yearned for. Just not from her. No he wanted it from the one
woman who he now could not get out of his mind. He shrugged her
off and then downed another drink. He was determined to get her
out of his mind no matter what. That damn girl had gotten under
his skin, and worse, in his heart. There seemed to be no way that
he could ever forget about her now. She had put a spell on him,
seduced him with her womanly way, to the point where he was now
helpless without her. He knew he had to talk to her in private.
To tell her everything that he felt for her and even though he
knew she would reject him, at least he would have said his peace.
But he would have to get her alone somehow. And in this club,
that was the one thing that was the most difficult to do. Of
course there was the woods next to this place, where they could
hide in the shadows unseen by anyone who would be in the parking
lot. Of course, a lot of people were afraid of that place,
believing that there was something in there… something that was
not human, that would hunt down anyone who would enter its
domain. The people in Lincoln called it Hell Hollow, ever since 1936, when it
got its name from a Chicago reporter. But to him it was nothing more than
an area of undeveloped forest. Randy never believed the stories
that had been told, even though there had been people who were
murdered or ended up missing without any clue who could have done
it. Of course, that was something for the police to worry about,
not him. The bartender came over to him, and tapped him on the
shoulder to get his attention. When he looked at the bartender,
he could see a concerned expression on his face.
"What do you want?"
Randy said in an uncaring voice.
"Just thought I
would warn you that she is headed straight for you right now."
the bartender replied.
Randy turned around
and looked across the room to see that he was right. She was
coming right for him, with a devilish smile on her lips. It was
obvious to him what she was after, but this time he wasn't going
to let her play him for a fool. Still, the way she looked, any
man would do anything to please her. She was a something special
with her long flaxen hair, tanned flesh and eyes the color of the
depth of the sea, and she knew it. But even her beauty would not
deter him from doing what he wanted. He didn't want to hurt her,
even though the anger he felt was strong. No, he just wanted to
talk to her, nothing more than that. But in some place where they
would not be interrupted. Her name was Larissa, but in this club
she always went by the name Destiny. If her name had any truth to
it, then she would be a painful destiny for him. But after he had
a few drinks that didn't seem to matter to him anymore. The only
thing that he wanted to do right now was to tell her how that he
felt, so she would know that she couldn't do this to him anymore.
He knew that she would try to seduce him, to tempt him with the
pleasures that her body could give him, promises that he knew she
would never keep. He turned back to face the bar, not wanting to
look at her anymore. He knew that she would come straight to him,
for in her eyes he was the one customer in this place that she
could get money off of.
When she reached
him, he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, which made it
hard for him to ignore her. He took a drag from his cigarette as
he tried to think of a way to tell her what he wanted too. Even
though he was mad at her, he still wanted to find a way to tell
her that wouldn't make him look like a fool. He knew that he had
to stay calm, for the last thing that he wanted was to draw
attention to him.
"Hey there Randy,
you are looking so good tonight. I never seen you look so good as
you do tonight." she said in a seductive voice.
"Thank you Larissa.
You are looking good too, just like any other time." Randy said
as he turned and looked at her for a brief moment, and then
turned back around.
She made her way to
his side and then leaned against the bar. He really didn't want
to look at her, for he knew that he would probably end up falling
for her beauty and lies of false love. But he knew that he
couldn't ignore her for too long. Sooner or later he knew that he
would have to, so that he could tell her what he wanted to. The
only thing that he wondered was if she would be willing to go
with him somewhere private, where he could be with her without
anyone else around.
"What are you
thinking about Randy? I can tell that you got something on your
mind. Why don't you tell me, maybe I can help." she said softly
as her hand touched his chest.
"I am thinking
about you Larissa." he replied.
"Well, maybe we can
go somewhere and talk about what you have on your mind." she said
in a playful tone.
Randy knew that
this was the chance that he needed to finally set things straight
with her. That was if she was willing to listen to him. No matter
what he knew that she probably was thinking about something else
than what he had in mind. Mainly because that was the only thing
that she ever thought of when she was here….when she was with
"And where would
you like to go so we could talk about it?" he asked in a naive
"I would take you
to the private room over there near the stage, but there is a
private party going on. Do you have any ideas where we can go?"
she said, moving closer to him.
believe that this was happening, that she was actually saying
just what he wanted her to say. No matter what, he wasn't going
to pass up this opportunity that she was offering him. He smiled
briefly at her as he stared at her face. She showed a look of
such innocence, as if she had no idea what he or any other man
could want from her in this place. Maybe that would work out to
his advantage. Whatever it was, he wasn't going to let this
opportunity pass him by. The only thing that he had to figure out
was how he could do it without creating any suspicion to her our
"So where can we go
to be alone, sweetie?" she said in a playful tone.
"How about outside,
by the woods?" he suggested.
"You mean over by
Hell Hollow? Don't you remember what had happened there a couple
months ago?" she said in a surprised voice.
Randy did remember, along
with everyone one else in Lincoln, but he didn't really
believe it. About how a couple decided to take a short cut
through the hollow to get to the main road, except after they
went in there, they were never heard from again. When the police
went looking for them, they found what was left of their bodies
just a few feet from the path that they had been taking. No one
ever knew what could have happened to them. The old timer had
blamed it on Hell Hollow and how there was something in there
that had taken them. For so long before that, no one had ever
heard anything about that place, or maybe it was that no one
really talked about it. But when this couple had met their
grizzly fate that was when the killings had became more frequent.
And no one knew really why or what could be doing it. But Randy
didn't believe it, for there had to be some logical reason that
the police hadn't found yet. Probably some traveling hobo that
mugged the couple and went a little too far. But from what he had
heard their bodies had been torn apart, as if they had been
attacked by some wild animal. Randy didn't think anything about
it, for he knew that there had to be something else that had done
it. Something that the police had not caught up with yet.
believe that those stories? Come one, there is nothing out there
that could have done what people had said. It is just a hollow,
nothing more than that. You would have more of a chance of being
in danger in here with these drunken customers than out there. So
what are you afraid of?" Randy said.
He knew that she was the
type of woman who would always prove someone wrong when they
would try to judge them. Of course, she would probably add her
own wager in on this, just to benefit her. Randy was ready for it
though, for he knew that he could prove her wrong.
"I'm not afraid of
anything and I'll prove it. And when I do, you are going to owe
me a hundred bucks." she said as she crossed her arms over her
"And what if I am
right? What will I get?" he said in a cocky tone.
"You'll get me. I
will do whatever you want. I will be yours for the night and you
can do whatever you want to me." she
Randy knew that she
would keep her word for she was the type of woman who always try
to get her way, no matter what she would have to do. He looked at
her, standing there wearing the skimpy red lingerie, that showed
off the sultry curves of her body. For a moment, he found himself
wanting to ask her if she was going to change into different
clothes. But for some reason he didn't ay anything to her, mainly
because he liked looking at her when she was dressed like
"So, shall we go?"
he said as he stood up.
"Lead the way Randy
boy. This is going to be the easiest hundred that I have ever
made." she said as they walked to the front door.
He led her out the
front door and across the blacktop parking lot toward the hollow.
The air summer night air pressed against their flesh as they
continued to walk. Larissa stayed by his side, her arms draped
over his back, as she kept saying things to arouse him. To make
him forget about what he wanted to tell her. Just so that she
could take control of the situation to make it work out for her
benefit.. But for some reason, the closer that they got to the
hollow, the more he suddenly started to feel that there was
something watching them. Something that came from the shadows,
closely watching each move that they made. Randy thought that it
was from the effect of the alcohol that he had consumed, which
brought about this strange feeling within him. Of course he wasn't going to let her see that
he was feeling this way, for then she would probably use it
against him. And that was the one thing that he wasn't going to
They made their way
into the shadows of the hollow, the large trees towering over
them as they walked down the grass-splotched path. Larissa
reached over and held his hand tightly. He could feel her body
shivering as they walked. They stopped and he turned to her,
knowing that this was as far as he needed to go with her. She
tried to show a calm expression on her face, yet her eyes showed
the fear that burned within her soul.
"See, I told you
that I'm not afraid. So why did you bring me out here for?" she
said as she looked at him.
"I wanted to be alone with
you. There are some things that we need to talk about." he said
in a serious tone.
She gave him a
smile that made it seem that she knew what he was going to say
next. The fingers of her one hand an across the fabric of her
lingerie that covered her breasts, in such a seductive way. He
knew that she was probably thinking that he brought her out here
so he could have his way with her. But that was the last thing
that he had on his mind, even though she was making it hard for
him to ignore her seduction. They stood there in the shadows of
the towering trees and the thick shadows of the night. Larissa
moved closer to him, until she was in his arms. Her head resting
on his shoulder as her fingers ran and down his back, nails
scratching his flesh through the fabric of his shirt. It was
obvious that she was making it difficult for him to say what he
had too. The one thing that he knew abut her , was that she
always knew how to get what she wanted from a man. No matter how
far she would have to go.
"Tell me the truth,
what is the real reason you brought me out here?" she said,
whispering softly in his ear.
"I want to tell you
that it's over. I'm tired of all the games that you are playing
with me." he said in a stern voice.
"I haven't done
that to you . I really do like you Randy." she said.
"You like me, or my
money?" he replied.
For a moment she
just stood there in silence, the only thing that he could hear
her gentle sigh. He knew that she wouldn't answer that honestly,
for why would she? Then again, he knew her as a cold hearted
woman, who would probably wouldn't think twice of cutting him
down for her own enjoyment. Randy stood there waiting for her to
answer him. Waiting to hear what he truly knew that she would
say, but probably would hide it with her own lies.
"Randy, you know
that I like you. If I didn't then I wouldn't be out here with
you. You are the only one who has treated me nice, not like all
those other guys that come up to me." she said as she took a step
"Then why are you
always playing these mind games with me? Why is it that you laugh
at me when I tell you how I feel for you." he said, staring
coldly at her.
"I thought that you
were just telling me some line, like all the other guys in
there." she said, then hesitated for a moment. "Anyway, if my
boss were to find out that I was involved with a customer he
would fire me."
Randy wanted to
believe her, but he had heard to many lies from her over the
months that he had seen her. He didn't know what to truly
believe. Right before he was able to say something to her, they
heard the sound of something moving within the bushes a couple
feet from him. Just from hearing it, sounded to him like some
sort of wild animal coming closer to them.
"What was that?" he
said suddenly as he turned in the direction of where the sound
"It probably was
just a deer, you know we get a lot of them around here." she
"I don't think so.
If it was a deer it would have ran off when it heard us." he
Randy was right for
they still could hear that rustling sound and along with it came
the sound, which neither of them had ever heard before. The
sound, which was almost, like some ungodly beast that was
watching them. Waiting for the right moment to strike. Randy
started to think that he had made a mistake on bringing her out
here and that the legends of the hollow must be true. Of course
now was not the time for him to regret about it.
"I think we should
get back to the club." Randy said.
"Will you relax.
There is nothing out here, except for us. The only thing you
should be concentrating on is me." she
said as her hand slowly pushed the strap from her lingerie off of
"Come on Larissa,
this is not the time or place for this. We should et out of here.
There is something in this hollow and it seems to be getting
closer." he said.
"No there isn't,
it's just some animal. Anyway aren't you going to let me make up
for all the terrible things that I had done to you. Even though I
could get fired for this, it would be worth it." she said in a
"Well, I …… I guess
that I should." he said without thinking.
"That's right. I
want to show you how much I care about ……."
But before she
could finish what she was saying something within the shadows
lurched forward. A large creature's hand with razor sharp claws
grabbed her ankle and yanked her into the darkness. He body fell
forward onto the damp ground as she started screaming out in
agonizing pain. Randy reached for one of her arms and then
started to try and pull her free from the things grasp. But no
matter how hard he did, the thing's strength was too much for him
to fight. His hands slipped free from her arms, sending him
falling backwards to the ground. Feeling the pain surging down
his spine and making him unable to move for a moment. He could
still hear her screaming along with the things wild grunting and
snarling. And then her screams were silenced. The only thing that
he was able to hear was the brief sound of something snapping,
like it was bones breaking. Then something hurtled toward him
through the darkness, landing next to him. When he looked, the
expression of sheer horror appeared on his face. For sitting on
the ground near him was Larissa's decapitated head. Her mouth
opened as if she were trying to scream with the look of terror on
her face. The expression frozen on her face forever. Randy lay
there for a moment, unsure what he was supposed to do. The terror
flowed through him so strong that the drunkenness he had suddenly
had vanished and he was now sober. Then he looked up and saw
someone wearing a dark cloak with the hood over the person's
head. The stranger's arm was raised over his head holding
something, which he really could make out, but that didn't matter
to him. No matter what it was, he knew that he was in trouble.
And there was no way that he was going to be able to get away
from this, that he knew for sure. Before Randy could utter a
word, the stranger's arms came down with such force, as he felt
something sharp cutting into his chest. The cold steel of
whatever this weapon was, was the one thing that he felt. Then it
came out of his chest and then in again, this time even with more
force. Over and over again, till finally he lay there dead, his
lifeless eyes staring up at the cloaked figure of his
Jack Reed made his way
through the business district of town, his eyes staying focused
in front of him as he moved. For some reason he felt that there
was something different about the way the people around him were
acting. If he was the type of person who was insecure about
himself, he would think that they all were talking about him.
Either that, or they knew something, which he had not yet
discovered. But he wasn't that way and he really didn't care
about what anyone would be talking about. Especially about
himself. Of course that was something, which he had to be careful
about, considering that he had four novels published and were on
the best sellers list. And because of it, he was starting to get
his own fan base. He just figured that it was just his
imagination and ignored it. Life in a small town was something
that he hadn't got accustomed too. Mainly because he was
from Chicago, where there was always something going on
around him. Here in Lincoln it seemed like people kept everything
as dull and ordinary. Like some sort of retirement town that
people moved there knowing that nothing exciting would ever
happen. But of course this town was just like any other. Having
their drug addicts, drug dealers and other type of illegal
actions that could be found anywhere else. The only thing that
was keeping him there was the fact that his ex-wife had
disappeared and the police wanted him to stay around till they
found her. To Jack, she probably left town with one of her
multiple lovers that she had, which she tried to hide from
everyone's eyes. Of course, in a small town, there were no
secrets that everyone didn't know about. In a way, he didn't care
that he had to stay for while. He was working on his latest book,
which took, up most of his time, so he really didn't have to
worry about anything. It was just when the police would come
around and ask him the same questions over and over again, that
he was somehow involved with his ex-wife's disappearance. He
didn't care, because he had a solid alibi and he knew that he
didn't so anything to cause it.
"Good morning Mr.
Reed. How are you this morning?" a young woman said as she walked
out of the local flouriest.
"Just fine, Miss
Walters. How are you?" Jack replied.
"Fine, I guess. I
am so sorry to hear about Emily. Have the police found y leads to
her where bouts?" she asked.
But we will just have to be patient and wait to see what will
come up." Jack said and then said good-bye and walked on.
Jack knew that even
if there had been some news about Emily, he wouldn't have to tell
Miss Walters. For she had been known around town as the local
nosey-body. Making sure that the gossip vine had new and juicy
for those people who wanted to hear it from them. She was always
spreading gossip about anyone that she could get information on.
When Jack filed for divorce, she had gotten wind of it and it was
all around town before Terri even knew about it. In a way, that
was what he wanted to happen. Now though all that he wanted was
to go about his business and forget about his past. That was if
there really was a way for him to do that.
He arrived at a
small café, across the street from the courthouse, which stood in
the middle of the business district. The courthouse was nothing
special, just like any other courthouse, with its golden dome on
top of it, and the statue of an Indian maiden holding her baby
was along the side lawn from the front doors. Jack had always
been going to this small café every chance that he could, when he
needed to get away from the pressures of his writing, or just
away from the pressures that Terri had brought to him in the past
or something else. Jack stood in front of the Lincoln Café, the
warm summer sun beating down on him as he watched two squad cars
speeding pass with their sirens wailing like some sort of
banshee. He had no idea what was going on, but knew that it
couldn't be serious. Not like the things, which he remembered
what would happen in Chicago.
In a way he really didn't care, for he had other things that were
on his mind. And yet they didn't seem too urgent to him. Once the
squad cars turned the corner at the end of the block, Jack turned
around and made his way to the end of the block, Jack turned
around and made his way to the front door of the café. As he
walked toward it, he noticed that antique store to the left of
it. The one place that Terri had loved to go too, so she could
satisfy her obsession with collecting ceramic dolls and of course
Barbie dolls too. To his recollection, she had over three hundred
dolls too, even though they never had any children. That was the
one thing that upset him every time. Even though she would
complain about the fact that he would always be buying a new
horror novel or a DVD movie that had just came out. But there was
a difference about it though, which she never saw. For then she
wouldn't have had anything to complain about. She would be always
saying how that some day they would be something so much more to
collectors. The only thing was, she had never kept the boxes they
came in, which meant they were not worth anything. But he
remembered how when he would wake up in the middle of the night,
seeing the light from the street streaming into the bedroom,
shining onto the faces of the dolls. Making it seem as he woke up
to the world of the dolls. For some reason, Jack started to
wonder what had happened to her. For some reason, Jack started to
wonder what had happened to her. For normally she would not have
gone off somewhere, without saying something to someone.
Especially to her family. The reason he knew her family didn't
know anything about where she went was because they came to him,
asking where she had gone. It came to his mind that, what if they
had been in on it? If they were hiding her or knew where she
really was but just kept in a secret. He wouldn't put it passed
them, or they had their own strange idea of sense of humor. But
that didn't seem to make any sense to him though. Especially when
the police had gotten involved when her aunt had called them
about it. When they asked him about it, all he could tell them
was that he didn't know anything about it.
He made his way
into the café and over to an empty table in front of one of the
large storefront windows. The place was like any other type of
café you would find in any small town. Where the locals came from
a hot meal and to talk to each other about whatever was happening
around town. That day, they all seemed to be talking about Hell's
Hollow. Jack couldn't be sure if that was what they were talking
about, for all the conversation were nothing more than a low
whispers. As if each person that spoke to the ones that was with
them at their tables, were the only ones who had the information
they spoke of and didn't want anyone else to know about it. Jack
had only heard the name being said from someone as he had passed,
making his way to the empty table. Hell's Hollow was an area of
undeveloped land that was next to the Greenwood Cemetery and the
railroads tracks that the freight trains had always used it.
According to the legend there was something within the shadows of
the tall trees of it, that waited for anyone to decide to walk
down the only dirt pat that ran through it. But to Jack, it was
nothing more than a story that everyone said, somehow believing
that they were true. In a way he had wished that his stories had
that kind of popularity hat he needed to make a decent life for
himself. The more he thought about Hell's Hollow and the stories
that had came out of there, the more he thought about Emily. Did
she happen to be around there and decide to take that path so
that she could have a short cut to get to where ever it was that
she had to get to? And if she did, could something had found her
and took her away? It seemed like a silly idea to be thinking
about, but sometimes the silliest one are the ones that ended up
Jack tried not to
think about it, as he pulled a cigarette out of his shirt pocket.
He lit one and then sat back in his chair. The only thing that he
wanted to concentrate on was the book that he was working on.
Yet, he found himself unable to think about what the next scene
would be. He always hated it when he would get writer's block,
for it would feel like it would last forever. At least that was
what he had always believed within his mind. Yet, it would never
be that way for to long though, there would always be something
that would spark his imagination again. The only thing that he
could do was to wait patiently for it to happen.
It was then a woman
with long brown hair that was pulled back to a ponytail, came up
to him, smiling slightly. She held a small pad in her one hand
and a pen in the other. If he hadn't known that she was the
waitress, he would have thought that she was trying to interview
him for some local newspaper or maybe for the college paper.
There was a college near the edge of town, Lincoln Christian
College, which most of the student came into town for one reason
or another. But Jack did know her, her name was Jenny and she had
went through a divorce his, a couple months before his. She knew
him, because he would always come to the café about three times a
week, just to get away from the small one bedroom apartment, that
seemed like a tomb to me, once in a while.
"How are you doing
Jenny?" he said.
seemed to be the only thing that I can do, I guess. You want your
usual?" she said.
"Sure, that would
be great." Jack replied as he smiled at her.
something on the pad that she held and then walked away from him.
Jack sat there, taking a drag from his cigarette. His eyes
looking out the window, back at the antique store across from the
café. It was then that he started to remember the time when Terri
dragged him in there because she wanted to look around. Jack
wasn't really into collecting antiques that was the one thing
that Terri had always had a passion for it. That day she had
found a ceramic doll that stood about three feet in height,
wearing a white wedding dress. Just from the look that Terri had
when she had seen it, Jack knew that she was going to get it. And
of course, she did. It had been priced for a hundred and fifty
dollars, which Jack thought that they could have used the money
to pay off a bill, or buy a weeks worth of groceries at the
supermarket. But Jack knew there was no way that she would listen
to him. When it came to money, Terri was always spending it on
silly things that she really didn't need. But she bought that
doll. Then a month after she bought it, our cat had rubbed
against it, making it fall to the floor. The ceramic face
shattered beyond repair. And of course she had blamed him for it,
saying that he always hated her buying it. But Jack had never
said anything about that. Even though it was the truth, he
figured that it would never do any good to say anything about it.
Now though he thought about Terri lying on the ground somewhere
in Hell's Hollow, her face shattered like that of the ceramic
doll that the cat broke. But why was he picturing her like that?
He didn't have that kind of anger for her, for he wouldn't want
to see that happen to her. If so, then why didn't the police find
the body? It all seemed like some sort of horrid dream that
wouldn't fade away in his mind. Jack had only dazed off for a
minute or so, while he stared out the window. That was until he
heard Jenny's voice that had snapped him out of it. He looked a
her as if he wasn't even aware of his own surroundings. But what
had he envisioned in his daydream had stayed fresh in his mind.
For what reason, he was not sure of.
"Are you alright?"
Jenny asked in a uneasy tone.
"Fine." he said as
he turned to her smiling. "Just remembering some ghosts from the
past, that's all."
"You know, I am
going to be getting off in a little while. If you need someone to
talk to, I don't have anything to do after work." she said
That was all that
she needed to see to convince him. Jack had a feeling that she
liked him, but ever said anything about it. Even now, he wasn't
sure if this was an act of kindness or something else. But he
couldn't refuse the offer, for he could use someone to talk
that sounds great, I could
use a friend to talk to right now." he replied.
"Alright, give me a
couple minutes and I'll be back." she said as she placed his
coffee in front of him.
Then she walked away from his table, back to
the counter where another waitress was standing. Jack didn't know
if anything was going to happen between then, in a way though, he
really didn't care. The only thing that mattered to him was that
he wasn't going to be alone for a while. But there seemed to be
something else that was started to bother him. Something that he
was not aware of yet. And that was the one thing that he could
do, was to forget about it for a while. For what good would it
be, to worry about something that hasn't happened yet? Or
something that wasn't going to happen at all. It was then his
thoughts went back to Terri and her strange disappearance. The
more he thought about her, the more he started to wonder what
really happened to her. He knew that she was the type who always
did things on the spur of the moment. That was the on thing that
he had found interesting about her, even exciting at times. But
now, it seemed to be the one thing that made him worry about her
even more. It was funny in a way, for she had disappeared two
weeks ago and only now was he starting to worry about her. He had
no idea why the thought of her had now appeared in his mind,
especially the way it did. Jack felt that there had to be a
reason for it, but really didn't want to think about it. All that
he wanted to do was to find a way to forget about everything for
a moment or two. That was if there really was a way for him to do
that. The more he sat there thinking about her, the more confused
He crushed the
cigarette out in the ashtray in front of him, and then took a
drink of his coffee. For some reason he could feel someone's
stare upon him. Normally he wouldn't let it bother him, but for
some reason this time it did. Casually he looked around the room,
hoping to get a glance of who the person was that was keeping
their eye on him. In a way he figured that it probably was one of
the cops in the town who had stopped for lunch and happened to
see him. Thinking that he was somehow connected to Emily's
disappearance, even though they had stopped looking him as a
suspect. But that didn't mean that one of them wouldn't still
think that way. When he did look around, he noticed an older man,
heavy set with salt and pepper hair that was already balding. The
man's eyes stared at him with a silent rage. When he looked at
him, Jack knew right away who he was, because he was a man that
Terri had worked with at one of the nursing homes in town. But
not only that, he had been one of the men that Terri had been
having an affair with when they were married. The only way that
Jack knew about it was because he caught them in bed I their
apartment. After that, he had gone to the courthouse and filed
for divorce, making sure that she wouldn't get anything. Jack had
his lawyer, who had been a friend of his, who had helped him with
the divorce. Right at that moment, he really didn't want to deal
with whatever accusation that this man would probably have
against him. Yet, if he were to come up to him and start with
him, Jack would have information about his life that he wouldn't
want anyone to know. Especially when the people in this town
believed he was one of the few who held themselves as a true
Christian. Just like the way that Terri had thought herself of,
even though she was sleeping around with other men (even married
men), and also doing tarot card reading for her friends in
private. Just so that the other church people would never know
about it. Jack was ready for whatever this guy would do to him,
even though most of the church going people were afraid of him
because of the stories that he wrote and made a name for himself
with. But that didn't bother him, for no matter how much they
would talk about him, it would just make people curious to read
his work. The type of publicity that always worked the best for
any writer most of the time.
Jack turned his
attention away from the man and over to Jenny who was walking
back to him with her coat on and a cup of coffee for herself. She
smiled as she approached him, as if he had promised something
wonderful to her. But Jack just figured that it was because she
was friendly and wanted to spend some time with him.
"I hope that I
didn't take too long, Jack." she said as she sat at his table
across from him.
"Of course you
didn't. Even if you did, it would be worth waiting for you." he
Jenny just looked at him for
a moment, giving an expression as if she knew that there was
something bothering him. Or it could be because Jack could never
hide what he was feeling from anyone, especially from a
you Jack? Is it about Emily?" she asked as she leaned towards
"I was thinking
about her, but there is something else that is bothering me right
now. That guy sitting across the room from us keeps staring at
me. He looks like he wants to come over here and start with me."
Jenny looked and
then drew his attention back to Jack.
"You mean John? He
couldn't hurt a fly. Why in the world would he want to start with
you?" she asked.
"Probably because I
caught him in bed with my wife. He was the reason I divorced her
in the first place and made it public when it came out in the
papers." Jack said.
"No way, John and
Emily? I can't believe that she would lower herself in going out
with someone like him." Jenny said in a shocked tone.
"I couldn't either.
But it is the truth." Jack replied.
"No wonder why he
had been asking me about Terri a couple days ago." she said and
then suddenly stopped.
Jack knew without
looking that John had made his way over to their table and was
now standing near them. He didn't acted surprised, for he knew
that it would only be time before he would have come up to
"I want to talk to
you." John said with a slight Southern accent.
"So… go ahead and
talk. I have nothing to hide." Jack replied as he turned to
"What have you done
with Emily? I know that you had something to do with her
disappearance." he said , trying to sound tough.
"I already told the
police everything. The day that she had disappeared I was in
Springfield seeing my agent about the new book that I am writing.
They already found out that I have a solid alibi. But what about
you? I mean you are her lover. Who is to say that you didn't do
something to her, because she was going to leave you." Jack said
in a cocky tone.
"I would never do
anything to her if she left me. I am a good Christian and could
never do anything like that to her." he replied in a shocked
"Just like you
didn't do anything to your ex-wife when you found her in bed with
some black guy, right?" Jack replied.
For a moment John
just stood there in shock as the people around us looked at him.
it was obvious that he had kept that a secret from everyone
around him. He tried to say something in his defense, but for a
second all he could do was stutter.
"How did you find
out about that? No one in this town knew anything about that."
John finally said.
"Terri told me all
about it. And how your ex-wife had disappeared a few days later,
along with the man that she was sleeping with. I believe they
never found either of their bodies. Is that the truth?" Jack said
as he sat back in the chair.
"You are an evil
man, everyone in town knows it. Those God-awful books that you
write, making people scared of you." John said.
"That's why my
books have done so well. In fact my latest one made it on the
best sellers list a week ago and is still there." Jack
John knew that he
couldn't say anything that would make Jack look bad, because he
had been through this situation too many time before. He just
looked at him with a disgusted expression on his face, as he took
a deep breath. It was obvious to Jack that he had hit a nerve
with him and now he had no other choice but to back down.
"You have anything
else to say to me?" Jack said.
"If you didn't do
it, then what happened to her?" John asked in a more humbled
"I don't know. For
all I know Hell's Hollow could have claimed her as a victim."
Jack replied, even though he really didn't believe it.
But when he said
that, it seemed like everyone around them had stopped what they
were doing and looked at them. Jack knew that Hell's Hollow was
something that not everyone liked people talking about out loud.
As if something would hear and then come looking for them, to
wreak it's menacing havoc upon the town. Of course Jack didn't
believe in such things, even though he wrote stories that were
similar to this.
"Why don't you just
go back to your table and leave us alone. You are just making an
ass out of yourself." Jenny said in a forceful voice.
In the whole time
that he had known Jenny, he had never heard her talk like that.
When Terri was with him, he had heard her raise her voice many
times when they would get into an argument. Most o the time the
arguments she had started were caused by what her church going
friends had influenced her into. That was the one weakness that
Terri had, listening to others without thinking about if it was
right. But that was something that he didn't have to worry
anymore. Not because she had disappeared, but because they were
divorced. So he had his freedom now and free of taking
responsibility of what actions she would do. Especially when she
had done something that was embarrassing or wrong. He wanted to
tell Jenny that they should go somewhere else. But before he
could even start to say anything, an elderly man came racing in.
His gray hair was messed; the shirt and jeans that he wore had
been splattered with something on it. Something that later Jack
had found out was someone's blood. His eyes were wide and wild,
as he looked around the room, as if he was looking for someone.
He breathed heavily as he wiped his sleeve over his sweat-covered
face. It was then he screamed out in between the heavy
again! They have killed three people and one of them was my
beloved Eleanor. I told her that we shouldn't go in there, but
she didn't listen to me. They came out of the shadows and killed
her right in front of me. I ran away as fast as I could, hearing
that horrid sound of growling that followed me for a moment. But
once I got out and to the main street it was gone." the man
No one asked him
what he could be talking about, for they all knew what he was
talking about. They all knew where it was that he had been, as
they all looked at him in horror. But no one said a word to him
to try and comfort him or even try to call the police on their
cell phones. No they all just looked at him, not knowing what to
say or do. Jack figured that maybe that was why he had seen the
two-squad cars pass by so fast with their sirens blaring. Yet,
they would have gotten there too late and the only witness to it
was now here in the café, standing there shaking and crying in
both fear and sorrow. Jack knew that someone had to call the
police that there was a witness that had survive whatever it was
that had attacked his wife. For a couple seconds the elderly man
just stood there by the door and then mad his way over to a chair
by the counter and then sat down. The look on his face was empty,
emotionless, as he continued to look at the crowd in the café
looking at him.
"There was so much
blood, so much blood. All that I could do was to stand there,
watching that beast attack her. And that cloaked figure close by
laughing, as if it found it so funny. Oh God, why is this
happening again. Why did I let her take us into Hell's Hollow."
he said in a weak voice
"You said there was
three people you said that were killed. Who were the other two?
Can you tell us who they were? That is if you were able to tell
who they were?" a woman sitting in a booth near him asked.
from the bowling alley and Larissa White the stripper over at the
Ecstasy club. Her head had been cut off and the rest of her
looked like it had been eaten by one of those things. Randy had
been sliced up. My God, what in the world is happening? Why is
this happening again?" the old man said.
Before anyone could
say anything to him, two police officers walked into the café.
Someone who he had passed must have called them, saying where it
was that he was going. It seemed like the most logical thing that
anyone would do. Who wouldn't call the police if the saw a man
running down the main street like a madman, covered in the blood
of what used to be his wife. Jack wanted to feel pity for him,
but what he had said didn't make any sense to him. Was there
really something in there, in that patch of land by Greenwood
Cemetery that did that? Or maybe, just maybe he had murdered his
wife. Then blamed it on that legend that so many people believed
in, letting it scare them to the point where they wouldn't
believe anything else. For some reason he started to feel like he
was in one of his stories that he had written. But that was
ridiculous, for that was nothing more than fiction. His own idea
of hell and what scared him that was why he always wrote them
"Come on Jack, you
know that was impossible what the old man said. He is in shock
and is unable to except the truth of what happened to his wife."
He had done
research from it from a friend who worked in the psych.
department of the Lincoln Hospital. Jack had found out that there
are times when someone could be facing something so horrible;
they would make up some s