Sounds interesting Este, albeit a little cryptic. Still, I;d like to see what you come up with.
Ooh. This sounds like an intriguing bit. I'll be sure to follow it.
Thanks, Phoenix and Faerie. Cryptic I do not often, and I felt it'd be a nice change. I'm not in a place where I can stay online long, so I'll have to type the rest of the post later, but here's *perhaps* a starting place of one segment.
I freely admit that I am enjoying the sinister nature of all this.
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It seems like every scary story is set in a tiny town in-the-middle-of-nowhere, and there is certainly a measure of creepiness to such lonely places, but I'm sorry to say, dear one, that we won't be visiting Jerusalem's Lot to-night, and Forks is the farthest thing in the world from the place we are headed.
Tonight we will be taking a tour of a city, a nice big, bustling place...
...the kind of place where a person could lose himself and never be missed.
It's not dark yet, outside this hotel lobby, which is probably a good thing. I wouldn't want to lose you in the crowds, my dear, and we have so very
much to do this evening, so many things I want to show you! Here, now, leave your belongings, but bring your jacket. It's cold out here, my dear, and you mustn't let your shivering distract you.
Are you ready? Very good then, follow me, please.
It's the hour before the sun sets, and the sky is grey-blue, overcast. A frosty breeze makes you grateful you took my advice about the jacket. You're hoping this won't take very long. Walk with me four blocks east, two blocks north, but you don't know that. Our route is long and winding, and you don't think you'd recognize the landmarks, if there are any. Round this corner, take this side street, and here we are. Oh, yes, this is the right place, no doubt about it. This dark little alley is where the tour finally gets interesting.
Look, there! Yes, there, crouching in that shadow! Good, you see him, too. Don't worry, he can't see us, so you have absolutely nothing to frighten you right now.
Oh, what's this? He's not alone, is he? You see the young lady approaching? I'm glad you're so observant.
She's walking away from us, toward that apartment complex, and he's moving closer to her, so quietly. Let's follow them! You don't want to do that? Poppy****! Come on.
We're nowhere near the police department. I can tell you with certainty that neither of us is carrying a cellular phone. What's that? Oh, no. I took yours back in the hotel. I told you not to bring your belongings, and I meant it. I saw you try to pocket it. Tsk tsk tsk.
It's getting darker, now. She's only a few metres away from the front doors of the apartment, but there is no doorman, and she has paused to fish her keys out of her purse. He is there, waiting.
Stand here with me and watch what happens, why don't you? After all, you'll be lost without me, and you don't know what might happen if you get lost in these labyrinthine paths.
You want to go back to the hotel? Oh, but
why? Cold? What a ridiculous excuse. Your jacket is warmer than mine, after all, and it isn't even raining yet. Oh, don't lie to me. You're not liking this, are you?
Oh, see how clever! He catches the door on the backswing, and she doesn't even hear. Listening to her mp3 player, I imagine. Hurry up, or we'll be locked out, and we mustn't miss this!
Ah, how very good of her to hold the elevator door for us! He's taking the stairs, which isn't a problem. He saw her room number on the key fob, and he saw it again when she picked up her mail from the box in the foyer. Room 3C, if I recall it correctly. Let's get off on the second floor, and we can follow him the rest of the way on the stairs. Otherwise we might miss something....
What is wrong, dear one? You beg me to take you home, back to the hotel, to just point you to the nearest bus stop,
anything... you search frantically for a phone in the elevator, try madly to signal to the young woman that something is wrong, but I've pinned you by your shoulders to the wall, and she neither hears us nor sees us. Her eyes are on the numbers rolling across the door.
Ah, here's our stop!
Don't make me shove you in the presence of a lady. That would be rude of you.
Oh, excuse me, please. I'm going to leave you right here, and don't you move a muscle until I get back, okay? Thank you, dear one.
Oh, I know. It wouldn't be that hard for you to leave, really... why do you think I brought this chloroform, these handcuffs? You just stay here on this staircase, and I'll come detach you from the railings after I finish some business of my own.
Don't worry. We have all the time there is in the world.
Why are you shivering?
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