A town laden with mystery
and cursed by dark history
appears peaceful by day
until the cursed ones play
with the inhabitants' lives
like bears attacking bee hives.
I open the guest room door
as violent winds pummel the inn.
Lightning illuminates the blood
dripping onto the floor.
I shiver in fear.
Who else is here?
Are the Penobscot Indians friends or foes?
If enemies, Elizabeth doesn't want it to be so.
But would she rather have enemies within her friends?
I don't believe so.
The storm ravages the inn,
As my heart drums a frantic beat.
In this place as dark as sin,
I hear the sound of pounding feet.
A shriek.
A thud.
The lights flicker to darkness.
The winds moan.
The inn shakes.
Footsteps echo above us.
Have the police found the killer?
Nature stills as if holding its breath.
I stare at my shivering guests
before the lights go out.
And the snow continues to fall.