The youngest teen involved reportedly reacted badly to the MDMA and became hysterical and was witnessed scratching her own eyes out. She was transported to Mercy General where she is now listed in stable condition.
Concerned parents are calling for investigations and expulsions as shock and outrage rock the small community.
More information as it becomes available.
I sit back and blow out air. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but that certainly hadn’t been it. No wonder Kat had left and never come back, she’d been the focus of Bishop’s modern brand of witch hunt.
As I digest what I’ve seen my focus is pulled to the bar entrance where a large man has ambled in and beelined for the bar. I sit up straighter when I realize it’s the disheveled, dazed guy I’d seen earlier outside the hotel.
I had been alarmed to watch him fall out of his truck and stagger across the street, looking like a vagrant and mumbling to himself. He’d been completely unaware of my presence, despite my close proximity and as I tuned into his low, vibrating words I’d heard a fair amount of cussing and then Kat’s name. He’d been arguing with himself about her and as soon as I’d sidled closer to hear more, he’d seemed to snap out of it. The mania on his face had morphed into confusion and fear in front of my very eyes.
He was a distinctive looking man, like Paul Bunyan come to life. Unbelievably tall and broad, with a black goatee and piercing green eyes. His stature was menacing, but his eyes had been somewhat kind until I had overstepped.
I lean forward and listen as he asks Greg if he knows what room Kat Clary is staying in, and I’m already out of the booth before Greg can even look at me, confused and eager for me to have heard what the large man had asked.
“Hey man, remember me?” I say loudly as he turns his hulking body towards me, eyes steely. I am just under 6’1 and this person towers over me, and no matter how much time I spend in the gym, I will never acquire the shoulder width he boasts.
“What do you want?” he growls, barely casting a glance my way.
“The bartender likely doesn’t know her room number and it’s inappropriate of you to ask,” my voice is diplomatic but firm and I see his cold eyes briefly flicker with recognition and then narrow.
“Do YOU know what room she’s in?” he barks, moving closer. I plant myself firmly and plan for a physical altercation. I’ve been in plenty of fights and have an uncanny ability to telegraph movements, and with a man this enormous, I know he will be slower than me.
“I wouldn’t tell you if I did,” I state, straightening while I stare directly at him. “I think you should leave.”
I am surprised when his eyes and stance don’t change in the slightest. He observes me shrewdly and just says, “Hmm.”
After a long beat of staring at one another, he unexpectedly turns on his heel and saunters off. I follow and watch as he rounds the corner and heads straight out the doors of the hotel.
“Is there a waiting list for this chick or something?” Greg asks when I come back to the bar.
“I don’t think he is looking to date her,” I remark.
“Well, I sure hope you’re wrong, because he’s built like a tree, and if he means to do her any harm she will be in big trouble,” Greg throws down his towel. “I’ll alert security. He’s hardly unassuming and they’ll know just who he is if he comes back.”
“I need to warn her,” I say, pulling out my phone. I also need to reaffirm that she isn’t unwisely messing with the Ouija Board. I’m only as familiar with Bloody Mary as any person, but am surprised to hear that the legend roots begin here. While urban legends aren’t usually an area of focus for me, I do know that they tend to have a nugget of truth to them, and whatever is in this Madison house, it was strong enough to hijack my EVP session blocks away. The entity would surely only be strengthened by any sort of Ouija activity.
My call goes directly to voicemail as I wave to Greg and leave the bar and head up to Kat’s room, hoping profusely that she’s there.
Chapter 12
Kat
We are all looking around spastically as the kitchen rumbles as though there is an earthquake. Everything that is normally tucked safely in the cupboards is vibrating forth. Erik recovers from his shock and runs over to the glassware and slams the cupboard door shut just as a tumbler tries to live up to the name and fall over the side.
I jump up quickly and feel the vibrations under my feet and yelp as the contents of the well-stocked pantry start falling from the shelves. I throw myself at the hutch with the china and slam the door closed, throwing my back against it as I focus on the rest of my friends.
Juniper is standing still in the middle of the room, eyes closed, riding it out, while Cara has dropped under the table, where cans of corn and soup have rolled over to hit her knees.
Kayla is standing against the fridge doors as they shake seismically, trying to wrench open. I watch as the knives that are held against a magnetic strip begin to shimmy in place, loosening themselves until a paring knife pops free and sails through the air with Kayla at the other end of the trajectory.
“Kayla!” my scream pierces the air and Kayla immediately identifies the danger she’s in and drops to the floor as the glinting knife implants itself where her heart had
