I know vampires aren't the latest fashion,
but as we approach the sprawling mansion,
I see vampires rising from the sawgrass
and walking toward me en masse.
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.