The Creature of Lore

Chapter Two

They walked into the motel room to see a young blond woman sitting on one of the beds, looking through some papers.

The room itself was in...well, a mess. There were notes and newspaper clippings on the table, the beds, and the desk, three computers crowded up what space was left on the tables, and leftovers where on a small end table in the corner.

Not to mention the state of the walls, ceiling, and floor weren't good ether. To sum it up, the room was in bad shape.

Tom was the first to speak. "Pardon the mess, people don't really come here that much because of the legend, and so the cleaners really don't want to waste their time."

"Well, once we find out who is really behind this, I'm sure people will come back." Kate walked over the the woman on the bed. "Hello, you are Sara Pitrel i assume?"

She smiled. "You are correct. Kate Willow, right?"

"Yes." Simple, business-like voice, as usual.

"Well it is nice to meet you, I wish it was under better circumstances though." Sara's face went sad and low as she finished her sentence.

"Likewise miss Pitrel."

Both Tom and Sara perked up with Sara being the one to speak first after them both stuttering for a bit. "Oh, actually it's going to Mrs. Pitrel, or  Mrs. Peterson to be precise."

   Kate looked curiously back at Tom as he responded startlingly. "Oh, umm, we're engaged."

  "Engaged?" She raised her eyebrow in question.

   Tom was quick to answer. "Don't worry, it won't interfere."

  "It better not, Mr. Peterson"

   Harry just stared at them for a bit before changing the subject. "Um..we do have some information we need to go through."

   Kate nodded. "Of course, Mrs. Pitrel, you seem to be the one who is doing the historical research, what did you find?"

   She scrambled through the papers until finding the one she was looking for. "Well, anyone who goes into the woods in the day and comes out before dark is fine. But if it's night, the only thing you hear is a scream, and then the next time you see them, they're dead. And all the dead bodies have a number out of twenty-one engraved on their forehead."

  "What do you mean?"

  "For example, the seventh killed had seven out of twenty-one or this."
She took a pen and wrote, '7/21'.

Kate grew even more interested. "Hm...what does this mean? Will the killer stop when he murders twenty-one people?"

"Who knows? It seems like it, however the creature is unpredictable. It has killed 14 people already."

She sighed. "So you believe it's some type of haunting too."

   Sara looked up at Kate. "You don't?"

  "Of course not. To believe something like that is preposterous. We obviously have a serial killer on the loose, so we need to find them, whoever they are."

Tom noticed a very broken look on her face. "Hey, is something wrong? You seem very determined to prove these things wrong."

Kate's eyes widened as she rushed. "No! Nothing is wrong! Nothing at all!"

Everyone looked at her confused and shocked. Kate lowered her voice and head, speaking softly. "We need to move out to the woods tonight. It's the only chance of us actually finding this killer."