"The cottage was
one room with two double beds and God-awful wallpaper that seemed to make it
feel even smaller than its 450 square feet. A teakettle sat on the cutting
board in what looked to be a quickly put together kitchenette, outfitted with
the basics, including silverware, plates, and a small fridge. Not exactly the
Ritz, but it would do
for the night. We decided to unpack only what we needed for a quick walk down
to the creek before dark. We took our jackets and wore sensible shoes for
climbing.
Once down by the
creek, we noticed the lower level of the inn with one room that opened directly
onto the hill just above the water. At first glance it looked quite lovely, but
soon that unsettled feeling began in my gut again, and I had no desire to take
a peek inside even though Charlie was interested. It was like looking at a
bright, shiny apple but knowing there might be a dark bruise inside or, worse
yet, a half eaten worm. Something didn’t feel right. We headed into town for
dinner and, since everyone was tired, we decided to drive back to the cottage
after we’d eaten to get some sleep. It was shortly after that the “fun” began."
from A Little Book of Spirit Stories Upcoming Book Release late September 2012 c. 2012
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