to Sam’s mysterious destination. He had refused to say where they where going, only that it might be a bit spooky. Rene felt an unexpected chill crawl slowly up her back.
“Sam, when are you going to tell me what this adventure is?” she asked quizzically.
“We’re almost there, and then I’ll spill the beans.”
“That’s a funny old expression. I haven’t heard that in years,” she laughed.
Their silly conversation continued on for several more minutes before Sam pulled the car up to the curb and parked.
Rene looked confused. Sam had parked in a relatively desolate downtown business area.
“Sam, there is nothing open down here at night.”
“I know. We are going to walk several blocks over.”
“Why don’t we just park there?”
“You’ll see, it’ll be better if we don’t. There’s no lightning and it’s not raining that hard anymore, seems like a good time for a walk.”
“Okay, I have to admit you have me curious or perhaps even a little nervous. You’re a nice guy, right? Not a serial killer or something?”
Sam chuckled at Rene’s attempt to make light of her apprehension. “I am nice, sometimes too nice for my own good.”
They began walking, it was a warm rain, and they were both thoroughly enjoying it. Sam was particularly savoring how Rene’s shirt was clinging to her silhouette.
“Hey mister, I see your eyes wondering,” she said playfully.
“It’s not my fault you’re so good looking,” he teased back.
As they rounded the corner and started up the next block, Rene noticed the Horner Bank Building looming in the darkness. “Hey, does this adventure have something to do with that creepy building?” Rene asked.
“It sure does. I know you’re a history buff. You mentioned working at a local antique store, the one with the crackpot owner who wants to save this building.”
“Liam is not a crackpot! Granted, he is a little bit odd,” Rene protested.
“I haven’t told anyone this, but when Jack and I were in there, I found an old journal. I knew the police would confiscate it if I brought it out with me. So I stashed it on the way out. I think Jack was so rattled by what happened that he doesn’t even remember it. I thought we would sneak in and get it.”
“Isn’t that place all locked up after the incident?”
“Sure it is, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” Sam reached into a side pocket on his tan cargo pants and pulled out something to show Rene.
“Is that a lock pick?” she asked. “Sam, you struck me as a straight shooter, but you’re just full of surprises.”
“I’ve always had a skill for ‘breaking and entering’ even as a kid,” Sam bragged. “Well, are you game for it?”
As she thought about her answer, thunder boomed, and lighting flashed, “Better in there than out here.” She started to run.
Sam caught up, and they ran up the block to the bank building. Shortly, they were standing next to the side door, the same door he and Jack had burst out of several days ago. Sam began to work the lock with the pick. It wasn’t long before Rene heard a loud click, and Sam pushed the door open. The rain was just beginning to pick up, and within a minute it began to come down torrentially.
The stairwell gawked at them, dark and ominous. Sam gave Rene a quick nudge into the gloom, and quickly followed, closing the door behind them.
“Hey, Sam, you said you were a nice guy, right?”
Sam clicked on a small but surprisingly bright flashlight, that he fished out of his other pocket.
“What else have you got hiding in there?” she pondered out loud.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” Sam laughed. “I think I stashed the journal on the third floor,” and he motioned for Rene to follow him up the stairs.
“I have a bad feeling about this place, Sam,” she said, as she began to follow him slowly up the stairs. “Remember, I’m a clairvoyant. And, well, this place just has a feeling of death hanging over it. Are you sure
“Sam, when are you going to tell me what this adventure is?” she asked quizzically.
“We’re almost there, and then I’ll spill the beans.”
“That’s a funny old expression. I haven’t heard that in years,” she laughed.
Their silly conversation continued on for several more minutes before Sam pulled the car up to the curb and parked.
Rene looked confused. Sam had parked in a relatively desolate downtown business area.
“Sam, there is nothing open down here at night.”
“I know. We are going to walk several blocks over.”
“Why don’t we just park there?”
“You’ll see, it’ll be better if we don’t. There’s no lightning and it’s not raining that hard anymore, seems like a good time for a walk.”
“Okay, I have to admit you have me curious or perhaps even a little nervous. You’re a nice guy, right? Not a serial killer or something?”
Sam chuckled at Rene’s attempt to make light of her apprehension. “I am nice, sometimes too nice for my own good.”
They began walking, it was a warm rain, and they were both thoroughly enjoying it. Sam was particularly savoring how Rene’s shirt was clinging to her silhouette.
“Hey mister, I see your eyes wondering,” she said playfully.
“It’s not my fault you’re so good looking,” he teased back.
As they rounded the corner and started up the next block, Rene noticed the Horner Bank Building looming in the darkness. “Hey, does this adventure have something to do with that creepy building?” Rene asked.
“It sure does. I know you’re a history buff. You mentioned working at a local antique store, the one with the crackpot owner who wants to save this building.”
“Liam is not a crackpot! Granted, he is a little bit odd,” Rene protested.
“I haven’t told anyone this, but when Jack and I were in there, I found an old journal. I knew the police would confiscate it if I brought it out with me. So I stashed it on the way out. I think Jack was so rattled by what happened that he doesn’t even remember it. I thought we would sneak in and get it.”
“Isn’t that place all locked up after the incident?”
“Sure it is, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” Sam reached into a side pocket on his tan cargo pants and pulled out something to show Rene.
“Is that a lock pick?” she asked. “Sam, you struck me as a straight shooter, but you’re just full of surprises.”
“I’ve always had a skill for ‘breaking and entering’ even as a kid,” Sam bragged. “Well, are you game for it?”
As she thought about her answer, thunder boomed, and lighting flashed, “Better in there than out here.” She started to run.
Sam caught up, and they ran up the block to the bank building. Shortly, they were standing next to the side door, the same door he and Jack had burst out of several days ago. Sam began to work the lock with the pick. It wasn’t long before Rene heard a loud click, and Sam pushed the door open. The rain was just beginning to pick up, and within a minute it began to come down torrentially.
The stairwell gawked at them, dark and ominous. Sam gave Rene a quick nudge into the gloom, and quickly followed, closing the door behind them.
“Hey, Sam, you said you were a nice guy, right?”
Sam clicked on a small but surprisingly bright flashlight, that he fished out of his other pocket.
“What else have you got hiding in there?” she pondered out loud.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” Sam laughed. “I think I stashed the journal on the third floor,” and he motioned for Rene to follow him up the stairs.
“I have a bad feeling about this place, Sam,” she said, as she began to follow him slowly up the stairs. “Remember, I’m a clairvoyant. And, well, this place just has a feeling of death hanging over it. Are you sure
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