A Foxy Detective!

Prologue

Travis Mara Takeru sighed for the second time today as he navigated his way through the thick fog in his slightly used Range Rover white mud stained vehicle. Travis promised that he would clean the car once he got where he was going. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he passed some lamp post built to let boats know where the bridge that he was driving on was at. He couldn't help but sigh after just getting off his flight from the Netherlands, to here and then driving all the way to his home town called Dark Woods Spring in the dark. To top it off he was driving on a concrete bridge that went to the mainland to his hometown which was on an island. If he slipped up his vehicle and himself could go into the sea. Travis told himself that his hometown was work related and nothing else because he didn't really want to go back to his hometown, but the situation in which he found himself in left him not many options. 

He was fired from his job in the Netherlands and fled a bad relationship on top of that. So to say his mood right now wasn't cheery as most folks would be, plus the unexpected fog put him in even worse mood. He couldn't see clearly in front of him for about two feet because of the fog. He didn't have much clothes with him ;not that his ex girlfriend would let him have his clothes. Hell! He was lucky enough to have his money and other belongings with him. He had to sleep in his clothes that he had on for past couple of days. He had in the back of his vehicle maybe seven to eight boxes worth of stuff.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse his phone rang out in the passenger seat beside of him. The ring tone alone let him know who it was..his mother..great..just great! Travis sighed again for the third time and said in a even tone out loud "Siri! Hang up on my mum!" Then Travis said out loud after his phone hung up on his mum "Siri! Send a message saying that I am sorry! I am driving and that it is foggy. Maybe we can talk tomorrow when I get the chance to?" Siri responded back with "Ok! Sent message to your Mum." 

He was not in the mood to deal with his mother right now. Travis didn't hate his parents but they can get on his nerves sometimes constantly calling him none stop. His mother and father probable heard how he lost his job and got kicked out by his ex-girlfriend! Great! His mother either wanted to call him to complain about dad, tell him about his mistake,or maybe he hoped that she was actually concerned for him. Although Travis knew his mother probable was even when she didn't show it.

He focused back on the road. His lights shining in the foggy road. He saw the black road like always and the yellow lines for dividing lanes. He looked back in his review mirror and his eyes were glowing because of the streetlights hitting on them . His phone was an orange colored I phone one of the newer models. A newspaper sat folded up in the orange leather passenger seat beside him as well. He slowed down the vehicle once he realized he was speeding up a little too much.

The old disk he put in the stereo earlier played in the background as he turned on his brights  to see more clearly. His black hair falling in his eyes and he pulled his hair out of his face using one of his hand before putting back on the steering wheel. Travis noticed that he was getting closer to the island because the fog was getting less thick and plus he saw the shadow of the island looming ahead in the darkness. As he got closer to the island his demeanor changed to a tense to slightly less tense. Exhaustion was setting in as he hadn't had much sleep before coming over here. Being a detective has its draw backs he supposed as he felt his Range Rover tires hit dirt.

He then slowed down more as he was jolted around as his SUV hit the pot holes in the dirt. Finally! Travis saw through the fog as he passed a big white and green sign saying "Welcome to Dark Woods Spring!" He saw shadows of the forest that surrounded almost the entire town. Travis knew this forest was here for decades and it was really, really, really old. He then hit the town in a couple of minutes. Travis slow down even more to follow the speed limit, because of the rules being installed into him  as a teenager at 16. He didn't look around much because he was going to do that tomorrow anyway.

Along the way he saw people stumbling out of bars or for a night stroll that was forbidden last time he was here. Travis wasn't going to think about that right now until tomorrow. He then moved on and as he did Travis saw a female in a white dress with her thumb in the air on the side of the road. Her black hair covering half of her face. Her skin was deathly pale almost like a ghost. She wore no shoes on her feet either.  Travis said out loud "Hell No!" he sped up a little bit as he looked back into the review mirror. The lady was gone like she was never there in the first place.

As he stopped at red light Travis finally relaxed a little bit more. His knuckles becoming less white as his grip on the steering wheel loosened up. He did see on the way to his temporary house that the town didn't change much since he left. Although he did see some new buildings that were being constructed. He then finally after several more minutes of driving got to his old home. Travis then got out of his SUV, locked it before grabbing the keys to the house that he got before driving out here.  Then he headed inside. Travis didn't even turn on the lights as he just locked the door. He knew his way around the house because it didn't change much or at all since he left. Travis hoped at least that no one messed with the interior of the house.

 It seemed that Travis was in luck because there wasn't even a thing changed in the house. Lucky Travis knew where the bedroom was after all this time. He took off his shoes and fumbled his way into a bedroom not even looking at anything or taking in his surroundings. Travis fell asleep with his clothes still on. He never even knew that two glowing white eyes were staring at him through his window into the bedroom. He never saw the condensation fog up on the window or how something drew something quickly in the condensation.