The Spooky Supernatural (A Collection Of Spooky Stories)

Story #15- Till' Death Do Us Part

Story #15

Till' Death Do Us Part

~AN: this chapther may not make sense i am currently editing it and realized it wasn't scary at all -.- so...yeah~

The music was playing soft, in their small convertible, as Tamarra whispered the words, “I love you, sweetheart.”

Nate Blackstone returned a smile. He could see she meant it–every word of it. He knew she adored him, even more than the first time they made love over two years ago. He was Tamarra’s greatest companion and they shared a special gift with one another; not too many could compare to the love they had. It had been a unique bond of devotion, since Tamarra first placed her beautiful green eyes on Nate. They had met on the internet and were only supposed to be friends; two individuals who had just finished brutal divorces, out for some coffee and amusing conversation, but the attraction grew just as the night developed into a fiery passion. Their love affair progressed into an inseparable connection. They were now soul mates and their consecrated relationship would never end, no matter how many obstacles trespassed into their lives.

The warm, night air felt good on their faces, as they were traveling back home from their three-day honeymoon. There wasn’t much money to play with, so Nate suggested a secluded cabin in the northern part of the state, and Tamarra agreed. She just wanted Nate’s exclusive time. Although he worked from home, his labor had often interfered with their special time alone, and he promised that this would not interrupt their honeymoon.

“I’m gonna have to stop, honey, for gas,” Nate said.

“What town is this?” asked Tamarra.

“There was a sign back there that said ‘Farmberry, 6 miles’. I’m pretty sure I remember traveling this route before, but then again, who knows. All I know is we are about fifty miles from home.”

They entered the dimly lit town and pulled into the gas station.

“I think I remember this town,” Tamarra said, as she got out.  “I think I have family that lives around here somewhere.”

“Dis reminds me of da back hills and stuff. Hey, Norma Joe come fetch me some vittles, haw, haw,” Nate mockingly imitates.

“Stop, ya goof, somebody might hear you,” Tamarra giggles.

“You’re kidding me; you really think you have family living here. I mean, no offense, sweetie, but wow!”

“What? Usually, people from small towns like this are heartwarming and friendly.”

“Umm, I hate to say it, babe, but this reminds me of a horror flick. You know, where they murder people and then eat them because . . . well, you know, they’re weird.” He wiggled his hands in her direction.

Tamarra put her hands on her hips and gave Nate a strange look. “Anyway, I’m going to use the bathroom, while you get gas.”

Nate smiled and followed her into the store.

“I wonder if they even have a restroom . . . oh, yeah . . . I see the sign now. I’ll be back in a minute, sweetie,” she said, as she blew a kiss at Nate. He knew she was wrong, it was not going to take a minute in the restroom; he saw she brought her purse, so that meant she would be in there for several minutes—the hair, makeup, and potential objects in her teeth had to be corrected. Even though she was already beautiful, it was as if she needed to be absolutely ready for any traveling talent show that might miraculously appear, and especially in the middle of nowhere. Nate chuckled to himself; he thought she was crazy.