[Castlewood]

(Part 2 cont.)

I agreed with her, and I didn’t touch her for several minutes, in fact, I ignored her until she sat on the old couch in the family room and noticed a book with a dusty cover sitting on a coffee table next to her.

“Too bad there’s no light in this fucking place,” she said, picking up the book and wiping off the cover. “I could catch up on some light reading.”

I don’t even know why she said that; she hadn’t read a book since elementary, and the only reason she passed her literature reports in high school is because she supposedly gave the male English teachers head after school – or so the rumors said. Nonetheless, I searched for a light switch in the room, and when I found one on a wall, I flicked it several times and nothing happened. “No electricity,” I said with Einstein intelligence.

She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and used the light on the screen to see the pages. Still, no reception. “Hmm,” she muttered, “it’s not a book. It’s a diary.”

“A diary?” I asked. Honestly, I didn’t give two shits.

“Yeah, it says it was written by Oliver McGill. It’s written by hand. It must be his journal.”

“Oliver McGill,” I repeated. The name meant nothing to me – never heard of him.

“He’s got these names written in here,” Bobbi continued. “It’s like a family tree or something. Check this out.”

“No thanks,” I said, still standing. “Oliver McGill and his family tree can keep to themselves.”

“These names are so weird, though,” she said as she continued reading. “Andre, Lexi, Scrapper, Midnite, Sinclair, Cupcake... there’s gotta be at least twenty of these names in here.”

“Did you say ‘Scrapper’?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Did you say ‘Cupcake’?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, well obviously those aren’t people names,” I declared, continuing my Einstein intelligence.

“So what are they?” she asked.

“Hell if I know, babe. Guinea pigs? Rabbits? Pet worms? Who knows? Maybe Oliver McGill had an ant farm.”

Before I could spit another sarcastic remark, something happened that made Bobbi jump out of her seat, and made me almost piss my pants. Outside, in the pouring rain, the brightest light you’ve ever seen shined through the front window and almost blinded us. What happened next is very difficult for me to tell you.


To be continued...