Ollie's Big Secret, Part 2
I’m not sure how long I lay there crying, but it was a while before I finally wiped the tears from my eyes. And when I finally found the strength to sit, I discovered that the bear was gone.
Tracks of overturned dirt and grass set a straight path from where the bear had lain stretched out to the safety of the trees to our right.
“It must have escaped,” I guessed, my voice hoarse.
As for Ollie, well, I could see his jeans behind the clearing’s lone tree. He’d gone barefoot, and I wasn’t sure, but it did seem like the hairs that had covered the skin of his foot were gone now.
Still, that wasn’t e
Note: This chapter's been rewritten. New direction, pacing, and content. Recommend you read it again if you'd read it before October 7, 2021, or you might not understand the events of the next chapter. CHAPTER FIFTEEN Roanoke, Part 1 Most people don’t know this, but Forest Hills is one of the oldest towns in the US, dating back to way before the American Revolution… and that kind of history brings a lot of baggage with it, some that still haunt our town to this day. — Tweet from Raven_Eye. “Vampire?” I couldn’t help rai
Note: Please read the previous chapter first as it's been mostly rewritten (Oct. 7, 21) or you might not understand what's happening in this chapter. Sorry, and thanks. CHAPTER SIXTEEN Roanoke, Part 2 “Are you okay?” Ollie asked in that gentle voice of his that just made me weak in the knees. I know, I really have become a cliché. But I guess that wasn’t such a bad thing. He had his arms around my waist while I leaned against my beetle’s front door and resisted the urge to kiss him again. We’d done that en
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Love, Ghosts, and Alcohol, Part 1 Never ever walk the streets of the town at night alone… but if you really, really have to then make sure to bring some protection. Garlic or sage will do because, apparently, evil spirits don’t like herbs. — Tweet from Raven_Eye. I was so nervous I imagined there was a little drummer boy beating his sticks against my heart. That’s how loud it had become. It didn’t help that I was running like my life depended on it, which it might if Ollie’s story really was true. “Jessica,” the sing-song voice called. Every time I heard that voice, I would get the shivers and that made it twice as hard to catch my breath. I raced down a street that ha