Todos os capítulos de Shadows of the night: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

One month later.I have been living in the French countryside for a month. I am really love it. It is so peaceful and quiet. The house is twenty minutes outside of Mont Saint Michele. It’s a small providential village off of the French Coast. I have been working as a historical tour guide for the Abbey of Mont Saint Michele. I love my job. No New York City, no more of that monster Owen Carver. I have quiet and peace to myself. Sometimes I get a weird feeling like there’s someone or something watching my cottage at night. However, I assume it must be a animal. What human being would be out this far in the country to randomly come upon my cabin. That would make no sense. I love that there is a vintage wood burning fireplace, The cottage was built in the 1600’s and over time has been restored and various owns have helped it evolve to keep it updated. There are two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and the kitchen is combined with the dining room. Quaint and cozy. The living room has the fireplac

Over the last several days, the information I learned, and my conversation with Judith revolved around in my mind. Vampires, that was too comical to entertain such a notion. Europe, I know is filled with ancient myths and legends because of how old the country is. Each culture has a different myth. The whole vampire idea is fueled from culture myths and legends. It’s a fantasy based on superstitions because some people centuries ago contracted an illness that no one could understand at the time, so they labeled it ‘vampire’ and killed them. Innocent people killed because of epidemic hysteria and not real evidence, with no reliable medicine to diagnose an illness. Humanity can be so stupid at times.I realize that it is already Friday. Mr. Dubois is expecting my answer by Monday. I need to just accept this otherwise, I fear he’s going to come to my door and make me accept it no matter what.I have a day off of work so, I may as well drive to Paris and sign the documents. It is nine in

I crumbled to the floor in disbelief. What in the fucking hell is happening here? That guy seemed so nice. Who was he? He went from nice to sinister in a nanosecond. What in the blood hell did I get myself into? When I first relocated to the cottage I bought, no issues, the second I relocate here, I am nearly attacked. How does that make sense. That guy didn’t know me from eve, why would he turn feral like that?I shake my head still trying to rationalize it, and no logical reason is coming to my mind. If there is a reason for the madness, it’s shrouded in mystery. I stand up and dust myself off. I will just add that to the realm of weird days that I’ve had in my life. I check to make sure that I have everything I need inside the house, all the boxes, with my essential belongings. I am thankful I don’t need to purchase or relocate any furniture. This house is furnished. It looks like moms touch. Everything is vintage but, well-fashioned, and kept looking brand new. Mother must have t

The next morning felt like any other day. I had no weird encounters. I breathed in the fresh air and prayed the day would be better. Also, after everything that had been happening. I felt a pull to visit a local church, I think I need spiritual guidance and community. When I was a child, my parents took me to attend St. Paul’s Catholic Church in Bridgeport. It feels like a thousand years since I have attended. I think it would be best for me to go. I immediately go onto Google and look for the nearest Catholic church. I realize, I should have known the whole time there is a Catholic church by the site of the Abbey where I work.I smile to myself, and plan to attend there on Sunday. I feel like I need spiritual connection, with all of the crazy things going on, I need advice. Until then, I will just do my best to stay safe, and if I need anything I pray that Fredrick can still be available.As I arrive at work, I look for my friend Judith. She sees me and waves me down. I head towar

We were walking back to my car when, she said something that I didn’t expect. “Let’s go to your place tonight and hang out. I want to see it.” I smiled, as we started to drive, and head towards my house. I was all up for having some company. I feel too much to myself.“Sure, that sounds fun, I got more drinks if we want some.”“Sounds like a plan”“I want to see the mansion too but, we’re not going to do any investigating tonight, we’ve been drinking and I don’t have any of my paranormal devices with me.”“You’re right, it’s better to plan and be prepared.”“I would still love to look around and see what it looks like.”“We can do that” I say with a smile.“Wait, do you have to let your husband know?”“I already texted him.”“Oh okay.” I see her going onto Facebook.“What are you doing?”“We need to have this be a party. I love you as a friend, but, I also know that you’re a lot to yourself out here. You need to meet people and have some friends over.” She said with a smile.“I don’t