Vengeance Can Wait

Not All High School Reunions Bring Back Fond Memories....

When Peg Mason opened what would become a Pandora’s Box while cleaning her attic one balmy day in March, she had no idea of the evil she was unloosing her hometown of Bedford. What should have been a class reunion filled with fun and fellowship, soon becomes a nightmare as a serial killer begins stalking her former classmates.

Annette's drink of choice for the evening was bourbon and she ordered two doubles to start. As tinny music emanated from the jukebox in the corner, she drank with a deliberate steadiness.

Two hours later when the bartender asked, “Ready for dinner, ma’am?” Annette replied, “Not tonight, barkeep. I just want to go home and go to bed.”

“You should really have something to eat, ma’am,” he told her, his brow furrowed.

Of course you're concerned, you could be held liable if I have an accident as a result of downing too much booze at this place. But don't fret, the only person I'm interested in suing is my dear husband – for divorce!
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone where I was tonight. It will be our little secret!” Annette told him in a conspiratorial whisper. With that, she took her purse and headed toward the back door.

When she stepped outside, she found herself surrounded by heavy fog. “Are we in London, or something?” she muttered to no one in particular. Walking a few steps, she stumbled into something. “Damn!” she exclaimed, stepping around a car fender. Slinging her purse over her shoulder she put her hands out in front of her, feeling her way. Then she heard something behind her, a stealthy sound no louder than the rustling of the trees. “Who's there,” she called into the thickening mist. God, it's like pea soup out here. I can't even tell if I'm going the right way!

The fog was all-encompassing now, like a thick white shroud. It swirled around her feet, surrounding her body in a clammy embrace. At last, she could make out the silhouette of her car fender peeking out from beside the dumpster.

Again she heard the rustling noise. Yanking her purse off of her shoulder, she unsnapped it and fumbled for her keys inside the dark, cavernous depths. “Damned things, where are they?” Finally she felt the cold metal against her fingers. “Got them!” she cried in triumph, then stared in disbelief as they slipped from her hands and fell to the gravel below.
“Damn!” she cried, squatting down and groping around on the ground. When her shaking hands connected with the keys once again, she gratefully snatched them up.

As she reached her car, she again thought that she heard footsteps behind her. Spinning around, she found only the fog staring back at her. That's quite an imagination you've got there, girl. I need another drink.

Thank God I stocked up at the liquor store yesterday.

Turning back to unlock the door, she heard movement then felt the blow. As the numbness spread down her neck and her legs gave way, she found it impossible to fight the darkness that was closing in.