Small Town Nightmare

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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She wondered how much she should reveal. Her history was painful, and rehashing it for a stranger wouldn't really help.

“It's complicated, but I know he wouldn't not show.”“Not unless something stopped him?” Damon asked, finishing her thought.

“Something or someone.” As she spoke, they rounded a bend and the road tapered downwards. In the distance she could see a cluster of buildings dotted with patches of open fields and circled by forests. Night Town. The sight of it sent a ripple of gooseflesh running up her arms.

“You think he's down there somewhere?” Damon had turned in his seat and was studying her as if searching her reaction.

“It's the last place he mentioned before disappearing.” She gripped the wheel tighter. “If he's there, I intend to find him.”

Small Town Nightmare

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