Cottage Creep - Chapter 2
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Tom checked into the "Southern Bell Motel" at around 9pm. He
next went to a local tavern for a quick snack and a beer. The locals
eyed him suspiciously but he kept to himself not wanting to draw too
much attention.
"Don't worry, they're mostly harmless," the waitress reassured
him. "We just don't get many stranger around here," she explained.
"You just passing through?" she asked.
"Well, not really. I just bought a place outside of town. I
plan on converting it into a working campus. I just came out this
weekend to look it over," he informed her.
"I'd like the chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and green beans
if I may. And iced tea," he finished.
"Coming right up," she said. "By the way, what'sa working
campus?" she asked.
"Well, I'm a motivational speaker. I plan on having one week
seminars where people come and learn to motivate themselves. I
believe we all have many times the potential that we normally live up
to, and if properly motivated, we can do so much. So, I need a place
where I can have people stay for that period, and we can spend the
entire week working together."
"Sounds interesting. What place did you buy?" she asked
"I bought it from Wayside Realtors. I think they said it was
the Watson estate," he answered. The waitress turned on her heals and
marched away as if he had insulted her. She never returned with his
food, and ignored his attempts to get her attention. Finally he got
up and left the now totally silent tavern. All eyes followed him to
the door. As he stepped outside, he shivered in the night, either
from the cool air, or from the icy atmosphere inside. He wasn't sure.
He went back to his room and went to bed hungry. He had
strange dreams that night, but by morning, they had evaporated into
the night and he could only remember that they were strange. The next
morning, he went to a neighboring town for breakfast and said as
little as possible to anyone. He didn't need a repeat of the night
before to convince him that his presence would not be easily accepted
by the locals. He didn't know why, but none the less, he knew it to
be the case.
He filled the tank of his car and headed back to the old
house. He had decided to set up a room there and move in for the
duration of his visit. He could use ice chests to keep a minimal of
food there, and bring in bottled water. He made the necessary
purchases while still in town. Having a history as a camper, the old
mansion would offer much better facilities than the woods he had grown
up in. He would be fine there, much better than in town. He was
feeling a bit tired, but what would anyone expect after such a hostile
environment. His sleep the night before was a bit fitful and his
dreams driven by the strange treatment in the tavern. He would rest
better tonight.
dug
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tailspin1
I missed this one somewhere! ;o)
tailspin1
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> I missed this one somewhere! ;o)
Sorry, Uguess, all got too much for me after a long night without sleep.
Found an earlier copy I had saved. Good work though, old pal. ;o)