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Hugo’s Revelation …
Jenny sits on an imported wicker stool in the cavernous kitchen as she watches Hugo prepare the porcelain pot on a ceramic heater atop the 18th century stove. She sighs as she thinks about how happy she had been those few fleeting moments prior to their journey to Christmas Cottage Inn.
Jenny closes her eyes and breathes deeply. She is now unhappy and shocked with what her beloved Clay is obviously up to. Has the past six months prior to their marriage been filled with deceit and manipulation? Has she allowed herself to believe a lie—that Clay was so taken with her that he couldn’t live without marrying her? Indeed, is it her inheritance as every says? There are so many questions!
“Miss, I want to tell you something about this place.” Hugo whispers coming very close to Jenny.
“What is it?” Jenny says half annoyed and half tired.
“There are strange goings on here. People disappearing—howls during the night, stuff like that.” Hugo replies expecting Jenny to brush him off as being crazy.
“Hugo, you know I had a strange feeling about this place when I first came here.” Jenny retorts in a voice low enough to match Hugo’s.
“I was spot-on about you, ma’am. You have the gift. You need to be especially leery of Viktoria Andras. She is not at all what she seems.” Hugo warns in a low menacing voice.
“I could tell there was something unnatural about this place as soon as we arrived.” Jenny says looking around the room.
“It’s not safe for you to be here.” Hugo replies again.
“I know. Clay is under her spell. I thought he loved me, but I guess it’s like everyone said. Money makes strange bedfellows.” Jenny sighs almost to the point of tears.
“Ah, don’t you worry about his kind, ma’am. He will meet up with a bloody end soon enough.” Hugo explains with a brief smile.
“I never wanted him to come to any harm— “Jenny is interrupted by Hugo.
“Be quiet—there may be someone at the door listening.” And he leaves the table where he is talking to Jenny to abruptly open the door. It is the black cat, Phineas.
“Now that’s a really bad sign. Phineas is normally as calm as a summer breeze but now look at how he paces back and forth. It is time for us to make our escape. Please, if you value your life—join me!” Hugo states and Jenny nods in agreement.
True Colors …
Meanwhile Clay and Viktoria are sitting on the sofa in deep conversation unaware that they are being observed by two silent figures.
“Do you think she suspects anything?” Viktoria asks Clay, looking at him in a very strange way.
“Not a chance—she’s so in love with me that she would jump over a cauldron of fire if I asked her to.” Clay brags carelessly.
“Well—you better make sure that she doesn’t know, or it will be you that gets it.” Viktoria states giving him a hard stare.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. The creature will be out tonight, and I will take her on a little midnight stroll by the lake. Well—it will probably be a little after midnight.” Clay says as Viktoria grabs him in a strong embrace.
“Yes, the money will be ours and father will be satisfied with another victim. It can never be traced to us and I can finally leave this Inn. I’m sick of the carnage.” Viktoria replies seductively as she surrenders to Clay’s embrace.
The two figures melt quietly into the background and Hugo looks at Jenny in satisfaction.
“Now—what do you think?” Hugo says sizing up the look in Jenny’s eyes.
“I think that I’ve been made a fool of. I think that we’ve got to find a way to get me out of here before it’s too late.” Jenny cries softly, grateful to both Hugo and her intuition.
Meeting Webster …
“Hugo leads Jenny down the back stairs to a cabin where a lone man is hurriedly getting things together as if he is planning a long journey. Hugo knocks on the door.
“Who is it?” The man cries out holding a baseball bat in his hands.
“It’s Hugo and I have brought a friend.” Is Hugo’s reply.
Webster opens the door and sees Jenny along with Hugo.
“Hey, weren’t you at the General Store earlier today with that man who walked like he owned half the country.” Webster asks shaking hands with Hugo.
“That would be my husband, Clay.” Jenny rejoins with regret in her voice.
“Hey—everyone is entitled to make at least one mistake. What did you bring her up here for?” Webster replied looking from Hugo to Jenny.
“Because it’s time for us to make a move and we are taking Jenny with us. I am not going to sit around and watch a nice lady like her get butchered by that monster!” Hugo replies through gritted teeth.
“We left her man Clay there at the cottage with Viktoria.” Hugo adds.
“And when they finally find out that I am not there. We—” Jenny lets her voice trail off. Both she and Hugo know what will be in store for Clay, now.
“Hmm, the moon is up good and bright tonight. It won’t be long before she lets him out.” Webster turns to finish loading his backpack.
“Let’s who out?” Jenny inquires and then looks toward the door. “Never mind—I already know.”
“I’ve got all we need, now let’s get started. It’s dangerous as it is traveling this time of night. But what those two have cooked-up for Miss Jenny here is no Sunday picnic!” Hugo states looking fondly at Jenny.
“You can say that again.” Webster says looking around the room as if for the last time and then the three of them head out of the door.
To Be Continued …
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Christmas Cottage Inn 3
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The Christmas Cottage Inn, Beware! No one lives that abides there. The howl of the wolf is very near. The time will come to run in fear! So bolt your doors and give a cry. For tonight someone is bound to die!
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